So the other day, the smoothie was straight up strawberry banana since we had used all of the mixed berries. I hear Heather very excitedly tell Stephanie that mommy used ice cream this time. She informed her that not only did it taste like it, but there was an empty ice cream container in the trash. Heather squealed. Stephanie squealed. And they both ran downstairs to devour the delicious smoothie they believed to be ice cream filled.
Later that afternoon when the subject came up again, I
From the looks on their faces, I'm not sure which miffed them the most ~ the fact that they had a regular smoothie (that was reportedly scrumptious enough to pass for the ice cream kind) or that we had ice cream without them the night before.