Today Jakob and Lukas came to visit.
They are, I think, 2nd cousins twice removed from my boys.
But they don't know the difference.
Cousins are cousins.
And cousin love runs hard and strong in our family.
It was an impromptu visit which even made it more special.
Unexpected treats are often the most appreciated.
So we decided to celebrate with ice cream.
I led the small parade down to Rite Aid which serves Thrifty's ice cream.
There was some potty talking, some giggling,
some joking going on, like boy cousins like to do.
I reminisced, like the old timer that I am, that when I was ten,
we could go to Thrifty's and get 3 scoops for 50 cents.
Mint chip. Chocolate Chip. Rainbow Sherbert.
A kid's dream come true on a cone.
I saw the admiration in their eyes when they heard
that I could eat a three scooper.
Maybe I wasn't just a regular mom after all.
Thrifty's prices are still good - 1 scoop for 99 cents, 3 for 1.99.
The boys each held a dollar
which rippled like small green flags in the breeze.
When we enterred the store, one of the checkers called out,
"I bet you are here for some ice cream!"
They could see the joy on our faces.
We ended up with 2 scoops of cookie dough, 2 scoops of rainbow sherbert
and a scoop of double chocolate malted crunch.
I think there was an angel named Yvonne at the ice cream counter,
because she FILLED each cone before settling a nice fat scoop on top.
We looked at her with reverence and thanked her.
Each boy solemnly layed their dollar on the counter.
As we marched home, contentedly licking our cones, Lukas turned to me.
"Let's raise our hands in the air so everyone knows we have ice cream,"
he grinned, holding up his cone like the olympic torch.
We were a bit proud of ourselves.
It was a good day.
Because, as you know,
It doesn't get much better than cousins and ice cream.