Rufus's nose, hands, forehead and lips were pressed up against the cold glass of the freezer that contained all the different ice cream flavors. It was tough keeping him held up like that for so long because he was actually getting heavy and it was an awkward position, but Brooke handled it somehow. He was popping his cheeks as his little eyes darted from one flavor to the next, completely unsure as to which one he wanted to pick. "Come on, Fuss-Fuss." She adjusted him in her arms a bit when he just started slipping a little. "You know which one you like. Pick one. There are some people in line behind us that want to eat their ice cream too."
Brooke gave the family behind her an apologetic smile. Rufus continued to look at the ice cream flavors in awe until suddenly... "That one, Mama!" Brooke peered over him to see which one he was pointing at.
"Oh! Pistachio. Good choice, Fuss-Fuss." She set him down and patted him on the bum gently before letting out a sigh of relief. Rufus just slid on over to where they make the ice cream into cones as Brooke placed their order. It wasn't long before the two of them were sitting at a booth across from each other eating ice cream cones. "How's your 'stachio, baby?"
"Good. How's your mocha double goober vanilla sundae?"
"They're not goobers! They're gummy worms." She made a face at him, and he made a face right back at her. Eventually, they were both just cracking up for no reason. Brooke hadn't had this much fun while getting ice cream since Frye Island. In fact, she hadn't thought about Mr. Silverman in what felt like years. Not that anything had happened there...