E and I have a burgeoning new ritual of splitting an ice cream sandwich down the middle every so often. It’s usually a nice surprise when either or both of us is feeling stressed out. And come on, a Neapolitan ice cream sandwich is basically edible heaven, am I right?
Tonight, E had to run to the corner store, and he brought home this treat. A few words, a few smiles, a few bites later, and we were absorbed in our individual Sunday night rituals again. After a hectic weekend (and before a long week), it was the perfect mini-break.