Ice cream days

Every afternoon...well, every sunny afternoon...we pass this icecream shop in our stroller. There is also a well-used basketball court on the opposite corner, so this is arguably Q's favorite corner in all of Denver.
Now, every time we get within five blocks or so of this corner, Q starts furiously signing "icecream" and "basketball" alternately.
At first, I though...well, how am I going to handle this? There is no other viable route by which to get to the confluence (our summer route). And there's really no missing that two-story-high cream jug when you pass it on the street. I'm just going to have to say "no", right? I mean, we can't stop for icecream every day....
....can we?
And that's when the epiphany clicked in my brain.
Because, when you think about it, there's really no actual rule written anywhere that says we can't stop for icecream every day.
It doesn't say that anywhere. I looked.
Of course, she's not really all that fond of sweets. It's more like she just likes the idea of icecream. She likes the event. The pomp and circumstance. She eats two bites, maybe three on a good day. And then she's over it. And there's a nearly-full cup of icecream left for me to finish. And that's when I realized it: a 20-month-old is the perfect excuse to eat a different flavor of icecream every single day of the summer.
Just look at that face. Could you say "no"?
I didn't think so.