Recently I've found myself with a surplus of plain-jane ice cream cones. Petite Artiste fancied herself one the other morning. At first, I wasn't going to let her have it telling her she needed to eat something healthy for breakfast. This statement did not please her in the slightest. She held onto that ice cream cone for dear life as we peered into the refrigerator. I spied some strawberry/carrot yogurt and left over cool whip. Voila! I scooped the yogurt into the cone and topped it with cool whip and sprinkles. She couldn't have been more delighted with her breakfast du jour than if I had sat her down for tea with the queen. Sometimes you have to be smarter than the average bear I tell ya.