ICE CREAM

Yesterday on a balmy day, we drove down to our small local ice cream shop to buy G his first ice cream cone. It was a classic place: fading sign, baked and peeling vinyl booths, worn counter with a jolly old man behind it. G saw all of the new people to look at and talk to, and got excited. He used his big blue eyes and constant chatter to charm a free vanilla cone out of the ice cream scooper man. Then the two ancient regulars, the old ice cream scooper, the helpful grandmother, and Michael and I all turned to watch our cute little boy enjoy his first ice cream; all the way down to the tip of the cone. It is so much fun to see things through the eyes of a little kid.