ordering a crepe

We went to Johnny’s in Carrboro this morning after the farmers’ market. Every Saturday morning there’s a crepe truck there, making them to order. Highly recommended. Conrad had some of mine and some of Jean’s. After we ate we explored for a bit. When we got close to the crepe truck he walked up in front of three people trying to decide what to order, raised his hand and started talking to the folks in the truck. I have no doubt he was ordering.

ice cream!

Sometime long ago in the Pre-Conrad Times Jean and I both read a book “I know!”, the name of which escapes me. It was about an American couple living in Italy for a year with their twin infant sons. He describes giving them chocolate for the first time, and the look they gave him as if to say, “You’ve known about this all along and you’ve been keeping it from us?!”
The Boy has made it clear he feels the same about ice cream.