As a treat for ourselves the boys, we took them to a frozen yogurt store called Yogurt Story. I can’t explain the name. Just go with it. Its business is delightfully simple: about a dozen flavors of self-serve frozen yogurt and sorbet, a huge variety of toppings, and a scale. The customer picks some flavors and toppings, sets the cup on the scale, and pays 35 cents per ounce. (The lone sign behind the counter says “.35c”, but I decided not to press the issue by offering a dime as payment)

It’s good yogurt. My favorite flavors were NY Cheesecake, Snickerdoodle, and Strawberry. I think I tried eight or nine different flavors before we left. Not nearly the sugar addict that his parents are, Brenden took a few bites and then preferred to wander around the store. Because I am a good daddy, I volunteered to finish his.

A steady stream of customers came through, mostly couples and families. Jonathan flirted with some 18-month-old twin girls. One family came through straight from the son’s first baseball game of the season, the son still in uniform. Someday we hope to do the same.