and then I ate jam.
and now - I must stop eating bread with jam or I'll have really too much exercising to do to make it worth all that jam eating.
On the same trip, I was introduced to a new parent/child conflict called "The Scary Blue Sugar-filled Slushy Assault" which every gas station, super market, and rest stop from here to Canada seems to be pushing like crazy on impressionable kiddos and their road-weary mamas (no - I didn't give in) But I did have to repeat a hundred times at least "in our family, we don't eat things that look like they might glow in the dark"
But I do recognize the appeal of an icy slushy in the hot hot summer, my dear blog friends. I am not a mean mama, in spite of what you may have heard from my 5 year old.
So this week - when the temperature climbed and we were all feeling rather hot and sweaty,
we made our own slushies.
*** The Junkin's Citrus Slushie ***