gelato

This morning we met Aunt Colleen in Washington Square Park. Together we walked through Soho, browsed (and drooled, just a little) in Purl, ate dumplings and sesame pancakes in Chinatown for lunch, and walked back through Little Italy to get gelato for dessert.

Garrett loved his chocolate gelato, and what didn't make it into his mouth, ended up all over his face and clothes.


But I think that, judging by how eagerly and wide he'd open his mouth to beg for another bite, Caleb might have liked his more.


Both boys were right, though. That gelato was heavenly. (Garrett and Caleb recommend the chocolate. The rest of us really loved the fragola/strawberry.)