Ice Cream Lovers

Did you know that Michigan is the #1 producer of ice cream in the country? Huge...we love our frozen moo juice in Michigan, and the boys are particularly fond of the creamy treat. They come by the love of ice cream honestly...from Great Grandpa Rouch (also the originator of the twin gene!) who I've heard will eat a bowl every night. Well, the boys got into an already opened half gallon at 8am one morning last week. I was doing my hair, and came out of my room to near silence, which is 100% always and beyond a shadow of a doubt a BAD SIGN. As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, Tanner exclaims 'Look mommy, I'm a big boy! Alex and Tanner are eating ice cream all by ourself!'. And so they were...what big boys. A half gallon of neopolitan ice cream sat on the kitchen floor, in front of my little monsters who smiled at me with ice cream covered faces, in their PJs, crouched down and hovering over the creamy treat. Hmmm...and how are they scooping up this nutritious breakfast? With tablespoons. The utensil drawer has a child lock, but their determined little fingers reached inside just far enough to grab measuring spoons kept at the front of the drawer. So, like any good mom, I turned to the closet, grabbed a camera to document the naughtiness, and then quietly removed the nearly empty carton from my morning snackers. Afterall, it's all in the genes...can't be too tough on them for something so obviously outside their control!