Poor Grey ... Even though we regularly drive through at McDonald's for ice cream cones on Friday night, Grey never gets one. No, our poor little guy ends up watching the other three members of his family eating ice cream in front of him. It was breaking my heart this time, watching him reach out sweetly with his little arms, first toward me, then Daddy, then Charlotte, and then stick his big lip out. So as soon as we got home I gave him the rest of Charlotte's. (Hey, I wasn't going to give him mine! )
This one is my favorite: Grey smiling in satisfaction at finally getting an ice cream cone in his little fist.
And he's so sweet that he wants to share with me.