living in this big blue world with my head up in outer space
Stirring stars instead of sugar in my lemonade
Stirring stars instead of sugar in my lemonade
Each answer is carefully sorted into his young brain. 'Cheesecake' is an unfamiliar notion to him considering Harper and Maeve had been so careful with his sugar intake even as he'd approached one year old, but he can estimate well enough. Caramel is the same, but the golden color is less familiar than the pink-red of the strawberry. Those, at least, are familiar. Cubed and sliced in various ways throughout his childhood.
Before he can ponder the idea of choosing, his mother provides an alternative Jude would have never thought possible, and he turns to stare at her with stars in his eyes and an open, shocked mouth. "We can do that?" he whispers, simultaneously eager and uncertain. "Won't that be...a lot?" A lot of ice cream to finish, depending on how big a scoop was - not that Jude even knew that much yet - but also a lot to barter, or so he assumes.
Before he can ponder the idea of choosing, his mother provides an alternative Jude would have never thought possible, and he turns to stare at her with stars in his eyes and an open, shocked mouth. "We can do that?" he whispers, simultaneously eager and uncertain. "Won't that be...a lot?" A lot of ice cream to finish, depending on how big a scoop was - not that Jude even knew that much yet - but also a lot to barter, or so he assumes.
JUDE
