Ice Cream

Mom was working the early service nursery shift that morning,
so Puck spent the hour playing with Anneliese Redcoat. After awhile, Puck began swiping her Cheerios. There were no hard feelings, however. And they enjoyed playing together for the first time.
Nearly three hours after the late service ended, OLeif, Joe, and Rose returned from the youth leader’s meeting at church for the upcoming mission trip to West Virginia. They were starved by the end.
“My stomach is eating itself,” Rose had moaned over her cell phone by two o’clock, who was waiting for the boys to finish with the meeting.
Later that afternoon, Mom woke up from her nap.
“Let’s do something fun!” she said.
So while Rose prepared to attend a youth function/birthday party at the Popples’ house, everyone else buckled up into two cars and drove down to Old Saint Charles for ice cream. On the way, OLeif picked up a fruit plate for Puck (which came with a free imported Icelandic bottled water). Carrie (who declined ice cream), cut up the fruit into chunks and helped Puck polish off the mango, which was a little tart for the chubby fellow.
The air was cool in the shade. They sat around a bench near the gazebo – coffee ice cream, chocolate in waffle cones, rainbow sherbet, cookie dough, and chocolate soda.