I stood on the other side of the fence looking down at the two of them.

“Now, what kind of ice cream can I get for you girls?”

They giggled and danced in a circle next to my pretend ice cream truck.

“What do you have?!” they asked.

“Just look!” I waved my arm over an imaginary field of ice cream. “I have vanilla and chocolate, cherry, apple, fudge, cookies and cream, Everything! Pumpkin, Cinnamon, Bologna, Popcorn, Bubble Gum-”

Suddenly Lydia exploded with joy. “Bubble Gum! Bubble Gum! I want Pink Bubble Gum Ice Cream.”

“Okay!” I smiled and started scooping the air and placing it on my fist. “Didn’t you have a bubble gum flavored lollipop just this afternoon?”

“Yes,” she said taking the cone from my hand and licking at it hungrily. “I LOVE Bubble Gum flavor!”

“Have I told you guys about the first time I had bubble gum ice cream?” I said casually. They looked at each other blankly and then back at me. “Well. The first time I had bubble gum flavored ice cream I was probably 8 years old, and we were in Ohio visiting your Gran’s family. We all went to this place-”

I suddenly realized that the fence was shaking. I looked down and found Clara waving a hand in my face. “Hey, Dad,” She said getting my attention. “You are an ice cream man right now, not a storyteller. Remember? No stories. Just scoop the ice cream.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds. Without breaking eye contact, I dug my hand deep into one of the invisible vats of ice cream and plopped the biggest scoop I could imagine onto a cone and handed it to her with a smile. “Here you go. One bologna flavored, for the little girl.”