Our last evening jaunt to the bright pink gelateria, home of 218 flavors of gelato.
After dinner, after baths, we all walked the three blocks or so, over the train tracks overgrown with blackberry brambles, past the senior apartments where the sounds of stir fry sizzling in woks sparkled above the grassy lawns. With Zoe Skuuting ahead, and Julian following on the tricycle, we all looked forward to trying a new flavor, but always winding up choosing an old favorite. The kids each get their own mini-cone- Zoe likes strawberry cheesecake, Julian will get whatever, but seems to like "Vanoola" or, "stwahbooah" or "cochalit". Tonight, he wanted to try "boobawah, mama".
On the way home, I asked them to stop and share cones, and happy on sugar, they were kind enough to quickly oblige.
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