An evening spent with a cherry snow cone (the classiest of the snow cones you know). For the record, this frosty encounter does not cross #4 off my list. You will notice the term "often" prominently displayed. Often is what? 20... 30 icy treats? I should at least have a red tongue to show for it.
A cherry snow cone on a summer evening. Summer magic.
P.S. I did decide to change out of the mini for the engineer's softball game. I traded the skirt for a romper. I kept the braids.