Church Carnival

Our church had a carnival last weekend. Daddy volunteered to work a booth. He was in charge of the PLINKO game. My absolute favorite. Apparently yours too. You were crazy about sending those pucks down the board plinking all the way. In fact you were so obsessed I had to distract you with getting your hand painted so paying customers could get a shot at a prize.




Although you are not ready to get your face painted, I thought it would be nice for your hand to be be painted with an ice cream cone. Lately, you have been consumed with everything ice cream/ cupcakes / Popsicles. I saw the ice cream cone option and thought it was perfect. I obviously didn't think it all the way through. After it dried, you decided it looked so tasty you were going to eat it, right off your arm. You excitedly exclaimed, "My eat it!" as you licked your hand. Lovely.

You were so patient when getting the cone painted.



YUM! "MY EAT IT!!!"


The ice cream cone gone from your arm and moved to your face!


I should have predicted this would happen. I have known you all of your life after all.