Funny thing happened today: I had a couple girlfriends over, and while the kids played we made a bunch of tamales (we freeze them for quick meals later on). After we finished up our work, ice cream cones sounded so good, but the three of us immediately turned to the eight kids sitting on the couch watching The Little Mermaid. Dealing with all the kids and a messy treat made the prospect much less appealing.

So we did what any mom would do. We hid behind the kitchen island and quickly scooped out three ice cream cones then ate them, while taking turns checking to make sure no kids were onto us. It was deliciously refreshing, even though we had to sit on the kitchen floor.