About two weeks ago I took Adam to the mall so he could get his photo taken with the Easter Bunny.  He handled the bunny pretty well.  No smiles, but they did get a nice picture before he started to cry.    

He handled it a lot better than I would have.  People in costumes like that freak me out (minus the ones at Disney, for some reason they’re okay). 

Adam has it so rough.  He travels over 400 miles to visit Grandma & Papa and less than 24 hours after arriving they put him to work on Papa’s tractor.

Then the poor kid is forced to spend a couple of hours playing on the front porch with Grandma before he’s allowed a milk break.

And then he had to take a walk in his stroller so Mama and Grandma could get lunch.  After lunch there was more walking to the grocery store (Adam decided he’d had enough and slept through most of this).  When he did wake up (while at the third stop of the day) he was not a happy boy.  I mean seriously an ice cream shop??  What kind of horrible people torture a little boy by making him wait in line at an ice cream shop?  And ice cream is horrible, it’s yucky like green beans (the one food we’ve found so far that he’s not too fond of).  Oh, wait….

Ice cream is good!! It’s not anything like green beans!  Ice cream is even better than carrots!!

By the end of the cone both Grandma and Adam were covered in chocolate ice cream.  Mommy was able to avoid the mess because she gave up ice cream for Lent.  Ha ha Grandma!!  I really don’t think that she minded too much – a couple squirts of stain remover, a quick bath in the sink (for Adam, not Grandma) and the mess was gone.

I am pretty sure we’ve created a chocoholic, ice cream loving monster though.