This weekend, Elaine and I babysat our two grandsons, four-year-old Sam and two-year-old Eli. It was a hot weekend, and the power was out most of it because of a servere thunderstorm. When the weather turns muggy, what better to eat than vanilla ice cream cones, which Elaine and the boys did on several occasions.
Sam, with the wisdom and deterity of an older child, did a commendable job, by and large, of consuming his treat. There were a minimum of spills and stickiness.
Eli, however, was not concerned about dexterity and neatness and social conventions. It was ice cream, it was hot, and here was a young man who was not in any hurry. Eli patiently savored every drop and dab of vanilla, revelling in it running down his chin, dribbling down his arms, and making his entire wardrobe a sweet, sticky mess. This boy knows how to enjoy an ice cream cone, as I hope these pictures indicate.