For the second time this year, we find ourselves eating ice cream at King Cones Castle, enjoying treats. On top of the rare, twice-in-one-calendar-year occurrence it is not exactly prime ice cream weather. The temperature hovers at 38° and continuous rain is intermixed with mysterious balls of ice falling from the sky—a bizarre conglomeration of meteorological varieties.

There are some instances that scream justification for a cold, sweet, and delicious treat. Today is one of those days. Folks from our church are gathered in Butler, PA, for another Bible Quizzing competition, and it seems that we just can’t shake the tradition of frozen treats as a celebratory finish to our day. Hey, and that’s just fine with me.

We should tell our kids to just have fun, participate and not get bent on winning or losing. But every coach, when they say that, they say it tongue in cheek, ‘Don’t worry about winning’: If you win I’ll get you ice cream, but if you lose I’m going to pout in the car ~ Bode Miller

My daughter, among the other kids, did a fantastic job in the competition—my girl only missed one out of forty questions. She gets her smarts from her mother, no doubt.

As I sit inside, far from the sideways rain and hail outside, I take time to enjoy the intricate artwork painted inside the establishment. The mural beside my table is a depiction of the Wizard of Oz, but all of the characters are indulging in some type of ice cream treat. Simply awesome.

Take special care of those ruby slippers [and the Death By Chocolate double-scooped waffle cones], I want those most of all. Now fly! Fly! ~ The Wicked Witch of the West

With an equal proportion of Hollywood magic, I think that this is the way that life should be. Ice cream should be an integral part of our lives, of our celebrations. Or maybe that’s just my opinion.