Phoebe
Seeing the look of awe cross his features at this new possibility was enough to melt her heart. Was it right to let a child his age try 32 different ice cream flavors? Probably not. But these were the sorts of joys he had missed in not growing up as nature intended. "We sure can!"
"We will do quarter scoops of all of the flavors." Phoebe said, and the man at the counter set to the task. "Then it won't be so much. And mom will help you." She said, ruffling his hair and kissing his head.
Once the big bowl was filled to the brim, Phoebe carried it to a small table and handed Jude a spoon. "So that one is my favorite flavor and that is dad's favorite flavor." she said, pointing them out. "The rest is up to you to decide!"
"We will do quarter scoops of all of the flavors." Phoebe said, and the man at the counter set to the task. "Then it won't be so much. And mom will help you." She said, ruffling his hair and kissing his head.
Once the big bowl was filled to the brim, Phoebe carried it to a small table and handed Jude a spoon. "So that one is my favorite flavor and that is dad's favorite flavor." she said, pointing them out. "The rest is up to you to decide!"
she's changed, you can see it in her eyes
