Father Daughter Bonding Time

Way back on President's Day Weekend, I made homemade vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup at home.  I had a houseful of friends, and I made a LOT of ice cream.  Apparently no one else eats ice cream like I do, and we have a huge tub left over.  My parents forget it's in the freezer when I'm not home, but I always pull it out first thing when I arrive.  My mom laughs and my dad rolls his eyes when I announce my need for ice cream.  "I've been thinking about it during the whole drive home!"  But as I drizzle hot chocolate syrup on top, I always ask, "Anyone else want some?"  Almost without fail, my dad will serve himself some as well.  He rarely eats ice cream when I'm not home, but he'll always eat some with me.  It's our time.  We eat ice cream, shivering in fleece jackets, and talk about....things.  It's like going on coffee dates - I'm not a coffee drinker, but I'll always have a date over ice cream.  Yum.  I pretty much love my dad.

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