I took Caroline to an old favorite childhood haunt -- my hometown's Dairy Queen.
She sat on the bench with a gigantic tile mosaic of an ice cream cone behind her and ate her strawberry sundae with excitement. I was looking at her with nostalgia and happiness.
A few bites in, she exclaimed, "Well, so far, so sweet!"
As we were leaving, she saw others in line for their own treats.
Caroline: Why are those people in line?
Mama: They are getting their own ice cream now. Who doesn't like ice cream?!
Caroline: Crazy people.