Bad Influence

Today, my brother left a voicemail message for Amelia and Everett on my phone. Before I screened it, I let them listen. It was him using a voice changing app to sound like a chipmunk asking them if their dad had taken them for ice cream or to the playground yet today. I had not. I also did not have any plans to do either. However, once he put those activities in their minds, there was no way to stop that train....


 Milkshakes count as ice cream, right?