The first day of summer vacation involved getting used to a new Responsibility Chart, Gifford’s ice cream and some read aloud. This Tempo Tuesday the focus is a poem about ice cream – Shel Silverstein’s “Eighteen Flavors.”
Eighteen luscious, scrumptious flavors
Chocolate, lime and cherry,
Coffee, pumpkin, fudge banana
Caramel cream and boysenberry.
Rocky road and toasted almond,
Butterscotch, vanilla dip,
Butter brickle, apple ripple,
Coconut and espresso chip,
Brandy peach and lemon custard,
Each scoop lovely, smooth and round,
Tallest ice-cream cone in town,
Lying there (sniff) on the ground.
Thankfully no ice cream landed on the ground today – but it happens. Sometimes it’s not our ice cream that’s on the ground. It can be our pride or our feelings. All I know is that just as there are 18 flavors in Silverstein’s poem, there are even more ways to get back up, or to solve the “problem.” We just have to have the Hope that there will be ice cream left in the bucket.
Ayla had her own chocolate ice cream and then some how ended up finishing mine, too. Notice the chocolate ‘stache?