A trip to the ice cream shop.

Any trip to the ice cream shop starts with a fully eaten dinner. Luckily (or unluckily), we have The Purple Monkey ice cream store within walking distance from our house.

First, it's down the long, winding hill.

Then past the neighbor's wall that resembles teeth. There are always great bugs and webs to look at.



"Climbing the ladder" across the busy intersection.

Airplane time.

"Look! Daddy! I found a ladybug!"
"Really?"
"Yeah!"



Finally, some purple ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and gummy bears.

Some annoying old lady suggested we get him a cup next time. I suggest she should stay home and stop talking to other people.