A Little Post-Soccer Fro-Yo

There's nothing like celebrating a good run around the soccer field (with Daddy's assistance and relentless motivation and redirection...) with a visit to one of the 1,794 (estimated) frozen yogurt places that have cropped up in our town over the past 2 years.  I remember the first time I brought Sammi to one - she was terribly upset that what she was being served was not being called "ice cream" nor did it quite taste like it - I had to use every trick in the book to con her into opening her mouth, knowing full well that once the cold, creamy sweetness passed her lips she'd be sold.  And once she learned that M&Ms, rainbow sprinkles and Nutella were perfectly good on top, the new term "frozen yogurt" soon became a welcome addition to her vocabulary and Sweet Frog and Zinga became destinations of choice.  I still can't get her past the chocolate and vanilla standards, but am confident we'll work our way up to such exotic novelties as raspberry or peanut butter eventually.  No rush.

Now that's interesting...why on Earth did Daddy just put ice cream on his nose?  This guy's weird...

Correction - this guy's mischievous!