Lew's low point.

We had just arrived at the ice cream shop after a long bike ride (the kids rode in the trailer). Art and Lew each ordered chocolate chip ice cream, I had chocolate. Art was sitting at a picnic table eating and Lew was trying to wiggle his way up onto the seat while holding his cone. Just as he had managed to set on the bench he started to tip back. And back. Until he fell and landed with a thud, using his ice cream cone hand to support his fall. And it broke into pieces and the scoop rolled a few feet away. Poor Lewis was a little hurt but especially devastated to see his cone break into pieces. I told him to suck it up, take it like man! Actually, that's not true. We had a super long hug, he squeezed out some tears and was reloaded with a new cone. Which he seemed extra careful with.