don't tell scout

This little rascal got her big brother (and me!) in trouble this afternoon when we picked Scout up from camp. This is how it all went down...

Scout is attending Broadway Kids "Annie" camp this week at the Zach Theatre. (Yes--the camp is exactly what you're imagining.) Catcher was excited to learn he would be "Scout free"'during the hours of 9am-4pm this week, but what he didn't realize was that I had chosen today as the day we would clean and de-clutter his room.

After spending a few good hours going through Catcher's things and re-arranging his massive book shelf, it was almost time to pick up Scout from camp. But first we had to swing by the Goodwill to dump all our junk. It just so happened there was an Amy's Ice Creams perched precariously across the street from Goodwill, and Catcher (old eagle eyes) spotted it immediately. He convinced me to go, and that's where the trouble started.

Catcher and Tillie scarfed down their strawberry cones in record time, and we left to fetch Scout. I told those two in the car to discreetly "not mention" the whole ice cream thing to Scout because there was no reason to upset her for no reason. I thought we were all on the same page until three seconds after we all climbed into the car post-pick-up Tillie looked at Scout and said "Scout, we went to Amy's Ice Creams." WHAT? I thought we talked about this; Catcher rolled his eyes moaning "Tillie. Why did you say that?"

The tears came out and we listened to Scout cry the whole way home.