Carlie had choir practice. While she was at choir, I used that hour of wait time to go for a run. Yay! For me! And exercise! And multitasking!
After choir, we both deserved a reward and decided to hit the DQ. We were literally a quarter mile from the DQ, yet I phoned in our order for two small Tagalong Blizzards. Because our neighborhood DQ? Is off the hook. All the time. Always a big line.
So at this point, I am feeling pretty ridiculous with my phoned-in order for ice cream as a reward for running 3.5 miles.
When we got to the DQ to pick up our treat (which was quite delish, BTW), a mother was scolding her young son as they sat on the half-wall in front of the DQ eating their supper.
"I told you, you're not going to earn your ice cream if you don't finish all your french fries."
I do not even know what to say.