Costco.

We made a visit today. A big one. I am happy to report if your local the snowbirds have virtually vanished {except for the ones that never leave...they are still there...all day every day}. Our trip held the prize of an ice cream cone for good behavior...I really hope you all bribe your kids in Costco too.

Anyway, did you know that they don't have cones at Costco? Me either. They have ice cream bars...that they dip in fresh chocolate...and then hand your 3-year-old...with the chocolate still running down.

saweet.

Zack was not thrilled with this outcome {neither was I}. But he decided to take the ice cream bar over a stop at McD's {because I had in fact promised a cone}.

Long story short, our Costco trip ended with the ice cream bar on the ground in the parking lot & a screaming boy. big crocodile tears, mixed with a chocolaty ice cream mess of a mouth.

It was awesome.