I was on babysitting duty last night. Isabela and I went for Ice Cream. What fun!

We parked a block away from the ice cream shop and she insisted on saying hi to everyone we passed on the street. Then she showed off her newly learned jumping skills to everyone in the store, then she insisted on getting an ice cream cone. I’m not entirely sure she’s had one before. When faced with an ice cream cone, WHAT DOES ONE DO? She figured out pretty quickly that she couldn’t put it down and that she must continually lick the ice cream so it didn’t melt. However, the cone stumped her. When she tired of eating the dairy-free strawberry gelato – she pondered the cone for a very long time, tilted her head and took a big chomp about halfway down. 

That’s right kid, show that cone who’s boss. You rule.