He Screams for Ice Cream...Literally

If anyone thinks Austin is just rolling through life oblivious to his surroundings, think again. Sunday, Brent went to Arctic Circle for "shakes". In Texas, we call them Blizzards or blended ice cream, but in Utah they call them shakes. Not that you can drink them through a straw like a normal shake...no, you have to eat it with a spoon. Brent likes his with Peanut Butter Cups, and Brenna and I like ours with Heath Bar. Anyway, Brent walks through the door with "shakes" and as soon as Austin saw him, his eyes lit up, and he yelled to make sure Brent knew he wanted a bite or several hundred bites...bites that would go on until the end of time. Oh yes, the boy has discovered the joys of frozen, creamy goodness. Poor Daddy didn't even get to sit in a chair and enjoy his ice cream. He sat at the top of the stairs in the kitchen where Austin stopped him and demanded ice cream.

Don't try and fool me Daddy. I know there's more in that cup.

Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout.