Maddie asks if we can switch our outing to an ice cream excursion when she sees the place with the homemade waffle cones. Not certain about ice cream before nine in the morning, I agree anyway because I’m so eager to hear more about why she thought I was amazing during her appointment when I felt like I was steam rolling everyone with my research.

When they won’t let Maddie get a mixed cone, I agree to order peach and share with her as she devours her pistachio ...