I had to run out to the store before bedtime and get a quart of Ben & Jerry’s. All evening I had that weird restlessness that comes from craving a certain something but not quite knowing what it was. The light bulb went on at around eight thirty and I grabbed the car keys, kissed the wife and announced, “I’m going to get ice cream.”

She looked at me dubiously. “You’re going to get ice cream.” Ice cream isn’t something I eat very often, much less run out the door in the dark of night to fetch back for a before-bedtime snack.

“Yep.”

Off I went.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted until the very moment I laid eyes on a quart of vanilla ice cream mixed up with chunks of chocolate sandwich cookies. *Bliss!* And on the way to the checkout I spied a box of Keebler waffle cones that I very nearly grabbed, until I spotted the box of waffle bowls right above it. Waffle bowls! I want to shake the hand of the man who thought of that!