Scott and I met in college, at the ice cream store where we both worked.
Ironically, we also are both incredibly addicted to the stuff. Ice cream is not something we generally keep in the freezer because neither of us have any self-control with it. We just go out for a cone when we want it. Which is a lot.
The day I had Peter, we were at the hospital early early in the morning, 5am. One of the questions was "what was the last thing you ate?". I bet you can guess the two words I chirped to the nurse in response.
Ice cream. It has a history in our house. So the choice of costume this year was a no brainer.
Happy Halloween, my pets!