They served everything from soft serve to the rock hard stuff. While Ice Cream is great and all, I’m not attracted to it; so in the same joint was a coffee barista. So I walked down the counter, and ordered a coffee instead.
We took everything back to Joe and Ang’s, and we all sat down at the kitchen table to enjoy our goodies. Rachael, for the first time, noticed that Uncle Jeremy was not eating Ice Cream, and she inquired about this, in her 2+ year old way. G.B. explained that “Uncle Jeremy is drinking coffee.”
For the rest of the night, Rachael repeated that phrase: “Uncle Jermey is drinking coffee.”
I left for Arizona the next morning, and through the rest of the year, whenever coffee was mentioned, Rachael dutifully pointed out, “Uncle Jermey drinks coffee.”
So fast forward to last night: