Cause We're Grown Ups

Last Friday, Sammy spontaneously said at ten thirty, we should go get some Sonic. And, since we're grown ups and we can do what we want whenever we want to, we did!

On Fridays at the Sonic by our house, all the big car people go to Sonic to show off their cars and then race afterwards. I remembered a friend talking about this vaguely, but sure enough as soon as we got there, the place was packed with cars. I'd been wanting to park and order from the board but encouraged Sammy to go to the drive through. People were standing everywhere and I was scared of them! I kept calling them gangstas but that isn't the correct term for them as Sammy told me. I'm not entirely sure what is. As we were being handed our ice cream, everyone got in their cars and started street racing.

I accidentally put Sammy's straw in my ice cream so I had to make sure it was completely clean of ice cream and chocolate bits before he would drink his slushy.

After we got home, I had three bites of ice cream, then went to bed. Then, I finished it for breakfast Saturday morning. Because I'm a grown up, I can do that.

(It drives Sammy nuts that I love to have sweets with breakfast and I asked him why he didn't say anything Saturday. He replied, 'gotta pick your battles.')

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