There is nothing so carefree and innocent as a two year old boy eating his very first ice cream cone. I bought my two year old grandson, Damian, his first ice cream cone for his second birthday. The earnest curiosity on his face was spellbinding for this grandma. The way he looked at the top of his ice cream....touched the cone to the center of his tongue....then looked up with those glittery blue eyes. The magic of your first ice cream!
I started to relate this story to my mom who had been traveling after the death of my dad. I say started because she interrupted me to scold, "I thought I taught you better than that". One infamous Tori story is the day that I discovered ice cream came in other cones - not mine.
My folks and grandparents would often take an evening out and head to Baskin Robins 31 Flavors. Grandpa and dad in the front; mom, me and grandma in the back. I don't recall if we all went in or just the menfolk. I also don't recall this story which is odd because there are several stories of me as a toddler that I do remember. At any rate, everyone was in the car with me in the back between mom and grandma. No car seat. No seatbelt. It's told that I looked at my cone - the expectant tike that I was - then I looked at my moms cone. Puzzlement came over my little angel face. I turned quickly to look at grandma's cone. Puzzlement turned into shear bewilderment. I was in a full blown panic. I looked at my cone again and then started to cry.
SOMEONE HAD STOLEN THE ICE CREAM OUT OF MY CONE!
My mom hoooohaaaaa's until she cries when she tells this story. She always has to explain that my grandma thought of this little trick to keep me from smearing ice cream from one end of the car to the other - head to toe, back to front. She also likes to describe me as being 11 or 12 when I discovered this rather than 3 or 4. What a dirty trick to play on an innocent.
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