Parenting tip: heatwave survival strategy

On the first really hot day, invite your dad to go out for ice cream along with yourself and the kids. Have a really good time. Have such a good time that Grandpa spontaneously — and without thinking about the consequences — offers to repeat the outing on any day that the temperature is over 90.

We went out for ice cream three days in a row. Three days, three different shops. Mmmm!

Thanks, Dad! :D

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I loved all the responses to the Dork Meme. I mean, I knew all along that I was a poser, but I didn’t realize that dorkiness was so prevalent. So, Guusje, which Kingston Trio album is your favorite?

10 Comments

  1. Fred said . . .

    Well, if you and your dad lived here in Tampa, you’d have free ice cream for at least two months.

    Posted July 19, 2006 at 6:33 pm | Permalink
  2. Julie said . . .

    I suppose, though, that if we lived in someplace like Tampa he would have known better than to make such a rash promise. ;)

    Posted July 19, 2006 at 7:24 pm | Permalink
  3. Fred said . . .

    Hey Julie: Something went nuts on my blog template. Flickr is showing up all over the site, and my avatar disappeared from my profile. Is there anything you can do to help? I’ll send you an email with the password, if you need it.

    Thanks!

    Posted July 19, 2006 at 7:27 pm | Permalink
  4. ~~GEL~~ said . . .

    Yum! Nice FatherWorm!

    Posted July 20, 2006 at 12:59 am | Permalink
  5. Father Worm said . . .

    Hang on a minute! Remember “The Fisherman’s Wife?” By her impulsive greediness she seals her perdition. Careful all, please, not to cast me as “The Fisherwoman’s Husband,” who by his impulsive generosity gets himself into a tsunami from which there is no escape! Impulsive my foot! This was a carefully engineered and in the event successful scheme to set up daily phone calls from Lena: ” Grampa? Hi, this is Lena. I was just looking at the thermomeneter, and it reads 90.2 in the shade.” Grand pause. Grampa makes it easy for seven-year old granddaughter, primes the pump for the next thought: “So, isn’t that a condition triggering the Ice Cream Treaty of July 16? Doesn’t that mean that we HAVE TO go out for some ice cream, whether we want to or not, Lena-Bena?” No pause at all: “Yes.” Grampa: “I agree, we have no choice.”

    Just to put things in the proper light…

    Posted July 20, 2006 at 9:46 am | Permalink
  6. Father Worm said . . .

    Postscript:

    Lena does not pronounce it “thermomeneter!” That was my typo.

    She didn’t call yesterday. It was not as hot. I’m the one watching the thermometer now.

    Conceivably we could modify the trigger point of the Treaty downward. I’ll study this option…

    Posted July 20, 2006 at 10:05 am | Permalink
  7. Julie said . . .

    Pops, modifying the trigger point (in a downward direction) sounds good to us. How does 80 sound? Or perhaps 75?

    Posted July 20, 2006 at 10:22 am | Permalink
  8. Father Worm said . . .

    Very grand pause!

    Posted July 20, 2006 at 10:34 am | Permalink
  9. guusje said . . .

    Actually I found a Kingston Trio CD at a garage sale today. Look for it to soon appear at a mailbox near you!

    Posted July 22, 2006 at 7:20 pm | Permalink
  10. Kathleen Marie said . . .

    Awwww! What a nice Dad! When we lived near my Dad (4 miles away) he would take us to DQ for ice cream in the summer. My kids would mow his lawn and he’d add an extra few bucks for ice cream. Happy Memories!

    Posted July 26, 2006 at 12:42 am | Permalink

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