For the Love of Ice Cream

I have always loved ice cream. Most of us do. I remember when I was very young, my grandmother would take us to the "Custard Stand" for an ice cream in the summer. My favorite was always the twist cone.

When Maddy was very small, she wouldn't touch ice cream. I think she didn't like the cold aspect of ice cream or the mess. I'm not really sure which it was, all I knew that I was a little disappointed she didn't like ice cream the way I do.

Tonight, my mother was watching her favorite show on television, football. She decided that she wanted an ice cream cone. As she was making it, Maddy decided that she wanted one too. So they plopped themselves on the couch and ate ice cream cones as my mother and my daughter watched the Steelers Vs. Ravens game. It was fun to watch both of them eat their ice cream. I was surprised that Maddy was so careful about not making a mess, and asked for a napkin to help keep things tidy.


She did a good job eating her ice cream cone, with very little mess (except on her face). She even ate the cone.