Last night at supper, Reid asked to go for ice cream. Poor Ken had had a rough day and so I thought getting him a banana split would be a nice thing. The only problem was that I was still wearing a white work shirt. Reid is pretty neat when eating ice cream and I try to be, too, but accidents happen. I went upstairs to change and she followed me. Big mistake! Once Reid saw her dollies in her room, she decided that playing with them would be better than going for ice cream. I had the awful responsibility of telling Ken the bad news. Nothing like taking the (potential of) ice cream from a man when he’s already down. Tonight Ken will go the his museum and we’ll go to Melissa’s but tomorrow night, I’ll go for the ice cream for sure.