Saturday, May 29, 2010
A Promise is a Promise
Nonna: Yes. Whenever you want a gelato, you come to me or Nonno.
Me and Joe: Does that include us?
Nonna: No, only the boys.
Well. The boys think this is funny.
Then, the promise is sealed with kisses. I hope Nonna and Nonno know what they're getting into because my boys have plans. . . there are a lot of piazzas, a lot of ice-cream stands, and a lot of flavors.