ice cream

Grandpa was home for a weekend from Haiti and we went for ice cream.  LIA had her first taste of Max's dark chocolate with marshmallows and still managed to look graceful in her chocolate mustache.  

And now, a somewhat tangential conversation with Max:

Evening at the babysitter's house

MAMA: Hurry up Max, we need to get home because I have something on the stove.

MAX: Why?

MAMA: Because if we leave the oven on too long we could burn down the house, and then where would we live?

MAX: In Haiti with Grandpa!