Beneath the not quite half-moon: crazy conversation and good ice cream

There was some crazy conversation between Eagle River and Wasilla. I'm not going to try to recount it all, but part of it went like this: Jobe: "I'm Kalib!" Kalib: "I'm Jobe!" Jobe: "There's lots of Jobes." Kalib: "There's lots and lots of Kalibs!"

The moon was out, building to half but not quite there yet. "The moon will be full when we get to grandma's house," Kalib said. Jobe repeated this and then Kalib repeated it again and then Jobe repeated it again…

We stopped at Dairy Queen for ice cream and pulled out of the drive-through into the parking lot. There, Kalib licked his ice cream cone beneath the not quite half moon.

Text added at 8:46 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues - day 48 and counting.

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[Cyndy E]

:)