Stop, Drop and Blog

We have ice cream on Fridays. It’s less about their sugar consumption and more about my love affair with strawberry ice cream. (The kind with the real chunks of strawberry. Oh, it’s a weakness of mine.)

They don’t seem to mind. It’s a special treat this way.

This week they wore their new super hero capes (more about them soon) to the local ice cream shop. And then around town as we ran errands after that. It didn’t faze me; our house is in a constant state of costuming. Sometimes BigBrother walks into a room dressed as Waldo. The next minute, he’s a firefighter. Later? Buzz. I agreed to let them wear the capes out of the house because I figured they wouldn’t sweat to death. And it made them happy.

Like strawberry ice cream makes me happy kinda happy. Summer should be about happiness, I think. And faded memories from brightly lit evening trips to the ice cream shop. On Fridays.

Childhood should be about wearing your cape to that ice cream shop and not even noticing the looks from older kids. Or even grumpy old adults. Confidence is best defined as eating your ice cream cone in a cape and not caring about anything but getting all the drips before they get to your hand.

I watched them as they were oblivious to the stares, oddly placed old people snickers and comments. Until one nice lady said, “Hey! I like your capes!” And BigBrother replied, “Thanks! I like your ice cream cone!”

To them life is simple. And people are kind. And good. I wish it would stay this way forever. Maybe they can use their super hero powers to make it so. Wouldn’t that be a treat in itself?