Two Scoop Rule

Well, tonight we baked our pie. While it cooked, we sat out on the backporch with the kids and talked about silly stuff like...how much the kids owe for their insurance, how I wake up yelling when I dream, and how Andrew once thought he saw baby possums in the fireplace (turns out he was hallucinating on benadryl...long story).

Anyway, once the pie was done, I called everyone into the house. Of course, the boys came running in like a pack of starving vultures and encircled the kitchen island like it was a piece of dead meat. I dished out the pie and they began to take turns scooping their ice cream.

Meanwhile, Vaughn has been "jonesing" for pie all day. He is at the back of the line and becoming impatient. So, he yells, "Okay, you guys hurry up!" Although I'm sure it made him feel better, the yelling didn't move the line along any faster. So, he finally shouts, "Okay, you're taking too long. From now on, you get two scoops then you move away from the bucket!"

Apparently we have a new "two scoop" rule at our house (just in case any of you come over for pie and ice cream). It's not that you can't have more than two scoops; you just can't have more than two scoops AT A TIME!