Who: Open Where: The Creamery When: Afternoon
“Mommy, why is there no fluffy marshmallow?” The boisterous toddler bounced up and down the ice cream parlor, pig tails swooshing back and forth as she bobbed up and down her tip toes. Ari glanced down at the little girl, shaking her head with a small laugh. “Emmy, baby, just because it says it’s smore flavor doesn’t mean they’re going to have it like we make it at home. I put marshmallow fluff on ours, this is real marshmallows.” “So… these ones are fake?” Immediately, as if Ari’s life were a scripted sitcom, the little girl turned towards the person next to her. “Don’t eat those things, they’re fake. You don’t want to be fake. Fake people are witches.” The woman’s eyes widened as her head snapped towards the direction of the little girl to see her little one’s eyes get larger as Emmy leaned towards the person. “I mean, you look like a witch. Fake.” Color drained immediately from Ari’s face as she grabbed the little girl’s arm, pulling Emmy towards her. “Oh jeez, I’m, uh, I’m so sorry about that. Haha. Little kids, you know? Halloween. She thinks everything is fake these days. Haha… I’m sorry.”
