I’m not sure I like the term “bucket list,” because I’m not sure I like to copy from a movie (a movie I loved!), but regardless… I crossed something off of my “whatever-it’s-called list” last week!
I’ve always wanted to tuck the kids in bed for the night, and then wake them up and go out for ice cream. If you were a kid, wouldn’t that be a fun thing you’d remember? Forever? I thought so.
My husband, he’s a little more practical than me. So we compromised. We didn’t actually tuck the kids in bed. They put jammies on, and Kirstyn even brushed her teeth and was heading up to bed, when Dee said, “Okay, everybody go climb in the Suburban!”
When I climbed into the car with Zach a few minutes later, I could feel the excitement! Giggles, and disbelief…”Mommy! Guess what! We’re getting ICE CREAM!” and… “I can’t believe we’re actually getting ice cream in our JAMMIES!”
It was a big hit.
At Mikie’s, Cory came inside to help me carry ice cream out back out to everyone. If it was up to me, I would have let all the kids troop inside in their footie jammies! But again, I deferred to my practical hubby. Maybe next time? It would be fun to make this a monthly tradition.
We pigged out on mint moosetracks (I have almost everyone converted to my favorite!) and waffle cones, and drove home with sticky faces and happy voices saying, “Thanks, Daddy!”
(He was nice and told them it was Mommy’s idea.)
We tucked the kids in bed with spilled ice cream on their jammies. I’m sure they had sweet dreams!