Afterward, Tyler shot toward the freezer.
“Walking!”
He slowed down dramatically.
I took out the ice cream.
“You are absolutely making it weird.”
Two bowls went onto the counter.
Tyler watched while I scooped chocolate into his.
Then I started on mine.
I nearly gave myself half as much.
My hand stopped.
Another full scoop landed in my bowl.
Tyler said nothing.
That somehow mattered more.
I nearly gave myself half as much.
We carried our dessert to the couch.
“You having all of yours?” he asked.
“That’s the plan.”
“Good.”
I pointed my spoon at him.
“You still committed a serious mistake today.”
“I know.”
“That’s the plan.”
“If I tell you no dessert before dinner tomorrow?”
“I don’t call the police.”
“Excellent.”
He took another bite.
“What about Grandma?”
“Don’t you dare.”
Tyler giggled so hard he nearly lost his spoon.
“What about Grandma?”
