The worst part of parenting is having to be the mature one allll the time. It was 17 degrees outside. That’s not just cold, it’s ”freeze your eyeballs shut just looking out the window” cold. They preemptively shut school down for three days. That’s not just “reach for the booze” drastic times, that’s “rummage through your pantry for new ways to drink booze” drastic times. Unless you are my nine-year-old, in which case it’s time to make ice cream. Her ice cream recipe, printed from the NY Times, promises to be “the only ice cream recipe you will ever need.” It also promises to use two full cups of cream. You know what else calls for two full cups of cream? A quadruple batch of homemade Baileys. I am not proud of my actions that day, which involve nearly coming to blows with Taylor Swift’s shortest fan over a pint of heavy whipping cream. Anyway, here’s the recipe