I Scream for Ice Cream, Again?

The pool is open! The pool is open! Time to pack towels, sunblock, lots of water, snacks, shampoo and clothes- for showering afterwards, got the girls' goggles? OK, Wifey does all the packing. I, at least make sure the girls have applied sunblock and get their backs. So we go to the pool. We arrive at the tail end of adult swim. The life guards blow their whistles and in go the girls. The water's pretty cold on the second day open- our first day there. They splash around and have fun until 45 minutes after the hour when it's time again for adult swim. And there go the whistles. There's usually a mad dash for ice cream (Good Humor) that the pool sells during adult swim. Shall we get some ice cream? Sure, it's our first day here. Chocolate eclair for me, Pops for the girls. Hang around for another session. I jokingly ask- Where are we going out for dinner? Maybe we should just eat at home. Oh, but Panera's open and that's one of Wifey's favorites. Even just got one of those My Panera cards that we need to activate. OK, we'll go there.
We've not all been to Fair Hills as a family. Wifey has checked out Harris Teeter or Harry T as I have dubbed it. Check out the fountain, people tell us. And wouldn't you know, it's turned off when we arrive. What's this Grill Marx? Yet another restaurant in Olney. Someone mentioned, all these restaurants and only one gym. Perhaps we could use another gym. The firstborn daughter notes that all the Tex-Mex places in Olney start with the letter C. California Tortilla, Chipotle, Cafe Rio. Hmmmm. And look! Baskin Robbins is open now too. The girls asked can we go? Well, into Panera to eat. we get our sandwiches and watch a lonely Subway right across from Panera." Are we really going to BR for ice cream?" I ask. "Sure, why not?" Wifey replies. Because they already had ice cream at the pool. "Well, I told them we can go." she says. Who am I to complain. We walk over and see the line. Little one, thinks like me and says one hour later and we'll still be waiting but surprisingly, the line moves. The girls got a one scoop cone and I get a Blizzard oops that's Dairy Queen. I think BR calls their version 31 below or something. I share mine with Wifey. It's only after we're eating them that she says, "Ice cream again?" And I say, "Yeah, I mentioned that in Panera." But all she heard was me make a noise like the teacher in Peanuts. Wah-wah-wah. How lucky can the girls get? That is not going to happen again for a long time. Oh sure, the girls believe me. Wah-wah-wah.