Little Boy, all his life, has refused to eat ice cream. He's always had this problem with cold things. And mushy things. So ice cream...ice cream was right out. And then his little cousins moved into town for the summer [Isaac's brother and their family]. And his cousin likes ice cream, of course--and now Little Boy does, too. Funny how that works. Anyway, when I gave Little Boy a bowl of ice cream the other day, there happened to be an extra spoon on the table... and after a little experimenting... it turns out that two spoons are better than one!