It was an absolutely beautiful night here in San Francisco and since Mommy was out with a friend, Daddy and Maile had a date night. We went to one of our favorite restaurants, Street, and then, of course, stopped for some ice cream.

This is MY ice cream.

Maile, you can't live at the ice cream store? Why not, I fit right here!

Maile, smile with your ice cream.... that is definitely NOT a smile!