Jack had his winter clinic baseball tonight, so Kate and I dropped him off, and then we headed to Carvel, because there was an event of some sort where you buy lots of ice cream and 25% of the proceeds go to a fundraiser. Plus we got to meet Fudgie the Whale!
Kate had been afraid of Santa, so I couldn't be certain she'd be ok with a ballpark mascot sized Fudgie. But she walked up to him, and we shook hands, and she beamed "Hi, Fudgie!" And then we got ice cream, and she watched Fudgie, and showed me how he did a little dance where he threw his flippers in the air, demonstrating. And then she posed for a picture, and hugged Fudgie goodbye. And she babbled happily all the way home.
That's pretty much it, suffice to say that it was as much fun as you can have getting ice cream in February.
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