When my daughter Sarah finished her first full year of preschool at age four, it was time to celebrate. I let her decide between a trip to a nearby park or homemade ice cream sundaes, but I breathed an inward sigh of relief when she chose the sundaes. It was one of those ridiculously hot afternoons in late May when spring plays hooky and lets summer take over.
First came ice cream, then chocolate sauce. Just…Continue Reading