Brain freeze

“Slow down,” I heard a female voice say, “you’re going to get brain freeze.”
I was getting out of my car at the post office and could not help but smile at the well intentioned warning. You could hear the love in the young lady’s voice.
“Good advice,” I thought. “Brain freeze,” or as I’ve always called it “cold eye,” is something with which I am quite familiar.
I turned in the direction of the voice in time to hear, “Hey, take your time. I know what you’re doing. You’re gonna finishing yours and then you’ll want mine.”
By the looks of things, she knew what she was talking about.
She was sitting on the grass near the Burger King parking lot, trying to get a lick of the vanilla cone in her right hand while keeping the one in her left just out of reach of her frolicking dog.
I got the impression she’d been in this situation many times before and would many times again as the summer wears on.
“He’s a lucky fella,” I said.
“Sure is,” she answered struggling to keep her balance as he maneuvered for another bite. Clearly “brain freeze” was the last thing on his mind.

Ed Ackerman