Written for Charmed_100.
He was covered from head to toe. Yet, five-year-old Chris didn’t care as he finished off a cone of his favorite ice cream.
Piper laughed as she wiped his mouth. “Did you get any of that into your mouth?”
Chris nodded as he tried to dodge the napkin. “Uh-huh. Can I have more?”
“I’m sorry, but one is all you need.”
Standing up, Piper took one of his hands in hers. As they walked away, Chris peered back at the ice cream stand. Reaching out with his free hand, he whispered, “Ice cream.” A cone instantly orbed into his hand.