Play group was supposed to meet at a park, and then go for ice cream at a local parlor. It ended up being too cold to enjoy the park, so we invited ourselves over to Mandi's, who lives across the street. Then everyone else did the same, and it turned into a real party. Instead of bundling up the kids again and reconvening at the ice cream parlor, Mandi was gracious enough to let us turn her house into an impromptu banana split factory. I appointed myself to procure the supplies at the nearby Aldi. Luckily, they had a jar of sprinkles (containing six different kinds) on clearance, because they haven't had them in a while. Sprinkles were a huge hit with the kids. Henry was upset when he got down to the banana in his cup of ice cream. He was so upset, I took back the cup and gave him an ice cream cone. I didn't know kids didn't like banana splits, because I think they are the best. For the most part, kids just wanted ice cream and sprinkles. They didn't want the chocolate sauce or whipped cream, just the sprinkles. Therefore we have proven children have no taste, QED.
We had the children sit down along the wall while they ate ice cream, and kept them confined to the dining area. Since Mandi has wooden floors, the mess seemed pretty manageable. The school-aged kids were there too, so we had a grand total of 18 kids, plus their mothers. It was a bit crazy, but still easier than moving those 18 kids to a second location and trying to contain them there.
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