Ice cream and personality

Costellos take ice cream very seriously of course and it's amazing the degree to which the boys' personalities are reflected in their choices in the matter of frozen treats. I take the boys for an ice cream most Mondays after school. It's a nice tradition and a good way to take some of the sting out of the Monday blues, to which both are subject. Jamie, our loyal, steadfast child invariably gets the same thing, which is basically the combination with the most possible chocolate, in a cone. Connor, on the other hand, is adventurous with his choices seeking out new wonderful things, almost none of which are chocolate. At this place you can mix in two candies to your ice cream and Connor produces some extraordinary combinations. Sometimes there is an aesthetic to it that I can appreciate, as when he got vanilla with white sprinkles and white chocolate chips. Other times they are the strangest things imaginable. This last week he got Lemon Custard ice cream with gummy bears and Reece's pieces. It may be because I'm a little punchy with the stress of the kitchen renovation, but I just found this so funny I couldn't even say it to the women helping us without laughing. Jamie had to do it for me.

I should add that Connor gets his in a cup. He does not eat ice cream quickly, to say the least, nor in a linear fashion so a cone gets very messy very fast. He used to complain about this periodically but seems to have come to some self-knowledge. Once, when Sarah took them instead of me, she let him get a cone. He smiled devilishly and said, "Daddy never lets me get a cone! After today, you won't either!!" He was right.