summer / pictures from life

We are sitting in the park. The weather forecast is surprisingly accurate: it was predicted to rain at 13:00, and it is going to. Low clouds suddenly crept in from the river and are about to spill water on us.
“Isn’t it time for us to go home?” I say, looking at the approach of bad weather.

-What about ice cream? We haven't eaten ice cream yet... - Liza looks with an inquiring look, slows down the swing and comes towards me in complete indignation, - we went to the game track (rubs a bump on her forehead), swayed on the swing, and ice cream ??
Despite the proximity of a thunderstorm, we run with her along the crossroads to a nearby shop: there is always some special ice cream there. Lizaveta wanders along the refrigerated display window, running her finger along the glass "not that, not that ..."
-By the way, your parents gave me instructions to buy ice cream only in waffle cups.
Lizaveta chuckles, but pretends not to have heard my words.
-It! she says, pointing to the square package.

It is, so it is. In the end, the child should have freedom of choice.
We walk back to the park and sit under the trees, where the first drops of rain are already falling on the benches. I open the umbrella so that the program has at least time to take place. Lisa carefully inspects the package, then busily and skillfully opens it.

• See? - she boasts, nothing complicated and let my parents not worry, I also know how to eat such ice cream.
  Just in case, I show her a handkerchief:
• Eat, let's get wet.
  For another fifteen minutes, the child savors this complex ice cream between the two "shores" of the biscuit.
  Did you eat this when you were little? Lizaveta suddenly asks.
• It's definitely not.
  "Try it," she suggests.
  I take a bite and close my eyes...
• Oh, what an ice cream cake!
• It's called a "sandwich," she summarizes, "and they tell me "only in a glass."
  The choice now - yes, is impressive - from a glass to a bucket and even some sandwiches, and in our childhood, the limit of a happy moment was when my mother gave 10 kopecks for a film, 15 kopecks for chocolate ice cream and 5 kopecks for a glass of soda in the cinema buffet. And most importantly, it was enough to feel like an absolutely happy person.

And as if reading my thoughts, at the end of her delicious meal, Lizaveta says:

• By the way, I don’t like soda, you don’t have to ask your parents, but we’ll buy chewing gum on the way. Let's go home - it's starting to rain.
  She pulls my hand towards the exit. I rush after it with the thought that obviously many more similar reverses will be made by my memory this summer.

photo from open sources