My children are 14.5 months apart in age, and when they were little, I took
them everywhere in a tandem double stroller. One of my favorite memories is
from when they were 1 and 2 years old. I had just corralled them back into the
stroller after they danced all over an interactive mat at Eden Prairie Center. And
what happened to be right next to it in 2011? An ice cream kiosk, of course.
I decided it was time for both of them to have some vanilla ice cream. I was
nanny-less that day, so each child had to patiently wait their turn for a spoonful
of deliciousness. Aidan would say quietly and sweetly, “Ice cream?” while
waiting for his next bite. Ava, on the other hand, would shout and squeal with
delight, dancing in her seat: “ICE QUEAM!!!! ICE QUEEEEEEEAAAAAM.”
I took a video on my now-ancient iPhone 3, and I still watch it on repeat
whenever I need to smile. Even now, every time I open the freezer or suggest
going out for ice cream, I ask Ava, “Ice queam?” I’m usually rewarded
with a slight grin, a playful ey
