ice cream
Last night Jen had to work so Nora and I headed over to Washtenaw Dairy for ice cream. She had a tiny, little bowl of banana pudding ice cream (with bananas and vanilla cookies mixed in), I had the chocolate chip and we sat on a faux wrought iron bench outside so Nora could swing her little feet while we ate.
It was a gorgeous late summer/early fall evening of the sort that could convince anyone to live in Michigan. Nora pointed out all of the dogs, birds, cars, babies, trucks, busses, airplanes, glasses of water, trash cans and shoes she could see while gripping her bowl in the left hand and very, very neatly using the spoon with her right. Occasionally she’d give me a scoop of hers and wait for a scoop of mine in exchange.
When we were done she needed her face cleaned up a little bit and her hands wiped off but who doesn’t?
Life is good.