Given his show of friskiness, we have started wondering if he's sneaking out for implants to simulate a tumor.
He went for a walk and out for ice cream last week. This time, we went to Coldstone Creamery rather than Graeter's because George is convinced Coldstone's ice cream is creamier. I think Graeter's is better. The boys don't care...ice cream is ice cream.
Photos by George Raihala.
We're not letting Jack get a cone again for while. Savoring a cone leads to massive stickiness. You're looking at bath night.
Shark-boy, on the other hand, eats like his daddy.
So does Miracle Dog, who bolted his ice cream so fast he threw it back up...along with his dinner of Iam's. I had to clean the mess up with tiny little napkins. Ewwww.
I'm also grateful for George's successful and safe completion of the Deer Creek Olympic-distance Triathlon Sunday morning. He came in second in his age group!
What are you grateful for today?