ICE CREAM

Yesterday on a balmy day, we drove down to our small local ice cream shop to buy Grey 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. Grey 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.