The Boy and His Ice Cream

Peter had his first ice cream recently. No, it wasn't that food of the gods otherwise known as Oberweis - he snubbed that at his first chance. Didn't even taste it. Mom didn't give him second chance, it seems. But Peter had some time to reconsider while socking away the hours in his car seat on our road trip to Florida. So when we got back to Michigan and visited Cook's Farm Dairy, he was ready.

This time, it was Dad with a Pistachio Almond single in a cone. Peter was cautious at first, then decisively agreeable to the whole thing. He needed a bite every time dad had one and sometimes an extra in between. His motor skills became suddenly more precise and his arm strength seemed to double. It was all over before a drop of melted ice cream could hit the ground.

Peter in his cautious, exploratory stage.

Almost gone. Sorry, there are not intermediate pictures - it just went that fast.

After filling his belly, Peter tried to make friends with the cows by offering them the last bit of cone.