The cone, for some reason, was green in color. I think there were all different colors, but we ended up with green. That green cone was obviously a pretty big fan of itself, because it decided to make a second appearance later on in the night. I had nursery duty, or actually we (Matt and I) had nursery duty together but Matt so conveniently got called out for a power outage. Suurrre.
While in the nursery I saw Kate crouched down running her fingers back and forth into something green on the floor. I couldn't figure out was it was but I grabbed her up quickly, thinking of all the germ-filled possibilities that it could be. I bent down to get a closer look at the green stuff and did what any normal person would do when they saw something that looked disgusting but was unidentifiable....I stuck my finger in it and smelled it. Who have I become?! Does this mean that I'll also give my thumb a big lick and rub it across my child's face for a good cleaning? Absolutely. Well, I instantly knew at that point that Kate had maybe eaten a little more than she should have and spit up a little. It didn't bother her though, the ice cream was worth it! Of course I didn't have my camera with me at church, although I wished I did, because she had ice cream EVERYWHERE and was cheesing the whole time. I did however, snap a pic of the aftermath.
Anyone wanna take a big fat guess what flavor she had? Yep, chocolate. Fortunately I had another outfit in her bag so that she didn't have to sport the neglected child look for the rest of the night.
And as the title of this post suggests, Kate has indeed learned a new trick of sorts. Wanna know what it is?
Guess that's what I get for letting her hang out with Daddy.
Emily Post would be so proud.