After our big 4th of July party we had copious (yeah, copious) amounts of chicken left over. I tried unloading it at my clothing exchange, but people were too busy drinking wine and eating cookies to care about some leftover chicken skewers.

Finally, we were able to finish it off while Zach was visiting! For his farewell dinner we had a great big chef salad. Dylan and Diana even joined us. It was the tastiest of tasty salads.







Nonetheless, Henry and Wyatt were not at all pleased. What! We're just having salad for dinner?







Eventually, we all grew tired of listening to them whine, especially Wyatt who just couldn't do it, so Stephen and I bribed them with ice cream--yes, we are totally those parents. And not only did we offer them ice cream, we also told them they could dump sprinkles on the top!



Oh look, that made their little faces light up! And they even ate their dinner, although not without continued whinning and pleading from you-know-who.







I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!