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As an end-of-summer last hurrah, I told the kids I would take them out for dessert on Monday night…you know, First Day of School Eve?

Anyway, Sloan and Beau chose Froyo Earth—they didn’t even fight about it, that is where they both wanted to go. We get there and after the circus of them “needing” to try samples and overpouring the yogurt into those tiny tasting cups, they grabbed their actual dishes and we started going through the line.

At my threat of leaving the shop with no yogurt whatsoever, Beau wisely assumed the “point finger” role. He let me hold his cup, pour the yogurt, and sprinkle the toppings while I fulfilled my end of the bargain by performing those actions based on the flavors/toppings he pointed at.

Beau and Sloan enjoying end-of-summer frozen yogurt at Froyo Earth in Spokane Valley.

When it came to the yogurt flavors, he surprised me by at least staying with all fruit options. I poured him a little bit of banana, watermelon, and blue raspberry. The toppings? Well, who doesn’t like a combination of mini M&M’s and boba pieces?

When we arrived at the register to pay, the young man behind the counter notified us that it was “Guess Your Weight” Monday. No, this wasn’t some Biggest Loser body weight gimmick (thank goodness). Rather, it was a chance to guess the weight of your yogurt because we all know that is the metric that allows froyo shops to charge so much.

How cute! Beau and Sloan feeding each other froyo as if they were groom and bride.

I told the guy that I wouldn’t even know where to begin with guessing the weight of Beau’s cup. I am not a professional froyo eater and don’t go often enough to know how much it weighs. But the employee was super nice and gave Beau a range (7 ounces – 10 ounces) to guess. We guessed incorrectly but thanks to the hint at least we didn’t guess 15 ounces when it was really only 8.6 ounces.

Next came Sloan. She put her dish on the scale and once again the staff member gave a range (8 ounces – 11 ounces). Sloan thought about it for a moment…

“10.5 ounces,” she confidently said.

“Hmmmmm,” the store employee began, “What about 9.7 ounces?”

Sloan and I looked at each other for a moment.

“Say 9.7 ounces!” I told Sloan.

“9.7 ounces,” Sloan replied.

“You are right!” exclaimed the employee.

I then expected him to take 10% off or some other insignificant percentage that might cover the sales tax. Only he didn’t. Instead, he subtracted the entire $7.08 cost of Sloan’s froyo from our order. When we approached his register, he must have been determined to brighten the day of an 8-year-old. Sloan’s froyo tasted especially delicious on Monday night.

The young man at Froyo Earth was kind enough to “comp” Sloan’s entire frozen yogurt dish.

The gesture of the Froyo Earth employee was greatly appreciated and we will be back. Don’t Blink.

Observations About Sloan’s First Froyo Experience

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For months now, Sloan has asked if we could stop at a froyo place we pass every day after school. Yesterday, it just so happened that the Memorial Day holiday combined with the hot temperatures proved to be the perfect time to go. So, Sloan and Beau hopped in my car and we drove to Froyo Earth in the Spokane Valley.

Most of you probably didn’t know that about a decade ago I was a froyo connoisseur. Although I am no longer an expert on the frozen yogurt scene, you probably aren’t surprised that I have some observations from yesterday’s experience…

Yesterday, we visited the Froyo Earth location in the Spokane Valley.

Kids choose weird flavors. Sloan opted for the dynamic and agreeable froyo combination of cake batter and watermelon sorbet.

Kids choose even weirder toppings. To go on top of her exquisitely paired flavors, she chose peach sugar rings, boba pearls, and marshmallows.

Sloan putting peach rings on her froyo.

Fun and games. It was something along the lines of “Monday Guess Day” where you could guess the weight of your froyo at the scale. Those who correctly guessed to the nearest ounce received their treat for free. My estimate was seven ounces over.

Pricey. Sloan and I each grabbed the smallest cup and filled it with a modest amount of ice cream but the bill was still more than $12.

But what about Beau? Our 3-year-old was so exhausted with our day that included stops at three parks and water toy fun in our backyard that he slept in my arms the entire time we were in Froyo Earth.

You Gotta Be Kidding. A month after I wrote my passionate post about the absurdity of current tip culture, I was flipped a tip screen for our $12 bill…at a froyo shop. Yes, the froyo shop where I did everything myself to help a giddy 6-year-old girl fill her cup while I tried to fill my own at the same time that I held a toddler in my arm.

Almost worth it. Hats off to Froyo Earth, our frozen yogurt was delicious. Texture was on-point, the flavor was strong, and the toppings fresh. But for $12 should I have expected anything less?

On second thought… Maybe I am being too much of a scrooge. The visit was in fact worth it because Sloan was on the moon. She loved her froyo as she ate every bite with a smile while constantly saying, “This is the best day ever!”

Sloan had such a cool time at Froyo Earth that it made the price and tip solicitation worth it.

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I had the urge to go through the yogurt line again but thankfully self-control and financial responsibility won out. Through the positives and negatives of the experience, the ultimate silver lining was that Sloan had a special time. Don’t Blink.