Going on a late night ice cream run is fun to me but for one reason and one reason only: It makes Jack giggly with joy. His ice cream of choice at the moment is the caramel sundae from Trampoline on Brunswick Street. I don’t really get going out of your way for ice cream, but then again I never really crave it. It makes me thirsty. I’m more of a snickers ice cream, or magnum white chocolate if they’re already in the freezer type of girl. Still though, there is no chance in hell I’ll ever skip going on a late night ice cream run with Jack.
They look of urgency on his face when he’s got to pick the flavor for his third scoop melts my heart, and the way he looks back at me – all big eyed and smiley – when he’s finally got the sundae in his hand is even better.