Ice Cream

I love ice cream.  Phoebe also loves ice cream.  Ice cream is the primary reason that I am, or at least was, in the “overweight” BMI category.  Pushing 40 I can no longer metabolize a half pint of B&J coffee heath bar each night and have had to cut way back.  Phoebe uses an alternate technique.  She tries to run off each bite to have a net of 0 calories by the end of the cup.

 

L to R:   Phoebe gives me the remnants of her chocolate sunday; Phoebe takes ownership of my oreo Friend-Z; and after finishing off my ice cream returns to her sundae.