Driving home from school last night, a cry rose from the backseat:
Mommy! The Dairy Queen! It’s open, it’s open, it’s open! Can we go? Turn, turn, turn!
Yes, it’s true. Our local, seasonal DQ is open for business. The kids, they want to go. Badly.
And today, instead of boots, I wore my new Chuck Taylor One Stars (in camouflage, of course).
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