“Ooo! Mommy where are we?” Zoe asked as Sarah set her on her feet.
They had spent the morning at the Museum of Ice Cream. Sarah collected several photos of Zoe running around the immersive environments. It was almost like being in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory with brightly colored rooms of giant ice cream cones, sprinkle pools and a three-story slide all devoted to the history of the dairy confection.
Not surprising real ice cream was available throughout the museum allowing them to choose various flavors and toppings to suit their whims. Sarah was certain Zoe would go into a sugar comma by the end of it but she kept running around without an end in sight to her energy.
Zoe’s laughter brought Sarah peace of mind and great joy but it couldn’t last forever. Ava’s words still weighed
