When you're in the fourth percentile for weight and the doctor has given instructions to fatten you up, you get to eat an ice cream cone a few times a week. Harper decided that her ice cream cone made a good hat tonight. She asked me, "wear ice cream hat?" and then put it on her head, over and over, again. I just had to snap a picture. And regarding the second ice cream cone on her high chair tray- there was one left in the package and she saw it and threw a fit for it!! So I took the empty cone and let her have it. Saved a lot of tears.
