So it turns out my kids are bonkers about ice cream. Grayson claims his best friends are inanimate objects – ice cream and onions are his two current favourites. He quite often wakes up really early (sometimes at 4am – tell me this ends at some point) and asks if it’s ice cream time. So when the sun’s shining and we’re at the beach, it’d be rude not to have an ice cream…or two.
After Tia raved about Camber Sands earlier in the year it’s been on my list of weekend places to visit. So the first sunny weekend we had free we trekked down there to build sandcastles, which is such a novelty living in Brighton with its pebble beach!
She swore she’d rubbed it all in! I am probably really behind the curve on my ice-cream tastes but I had a Crunchie Blast ice cream and it was the nicest thing ever. Now, when I go to the supermarket they always seem to “fall” into my trolley.
When Harper last had some crazy sick bug, she couldn’t keep any food or drink down for nearly a week. So when she was on the mend, we asked what she wanted as a get well treat and – you’ve guessed it – she wanted an ice cream. We strolled down to the pier on a very windswept afternoon to find a 99 or four.
I know this is going to make me sound like a meanie minnie but when did 99s get so flipping pricey? You’ll be telling me that I’ll need to get a bank loan for a Fab lolly next.
This is definitely the face of a girl who’s been in bed for four days and was now feeling better. Freedom and ice cream all at once!
I have raised two very different ice cream eaters. Harper thinks she’s a magician doing a disappearing act when presented with ice cream. I think I’ll sign her up for Britain’s Got Talent next year. Grayson on the other hand takes about three tiny licks of the thing and walks around with it until it melts onto him and the floor.
It’s sometimes the photos which are a little rough around the edges of us not doing anything particularly exciting that are the nicest.
~ Laura xx ~