"Are we there yet?" asked Lisa.
"Almost," Mom replied.
Lisa and Frank were driving with their parents to their grandparents' house.
"Oh, look!" said Frank.
"Isn't that the ice-cream shop that Grandpa likes to take us to?"
"Yes, it is," said Mom.
"It's the same ice-cream shop I went to as a little girl."
"It's also the same place your mom worked in the summer of '82," added their father.
"Did you work at an ice-cream shop?" asked Frank.
"Did you get to eat ice cream for free?" asked Lisa.
"Yes, that's right," said Mom.
"I worked at the ice-cream shop for a summer, but the ice cream wasn't free."
"Look! There's Grandma and Grandpa's house!" Lisa shouted.
Dad turned the car into Grandpa's driveway.
"Do you think Grandpa will take us out for ice cream now?" Lisa asked.
"Not yet," Mom answered. "Ice cream is for dessert.
He'll take us to the ice-cream shop after dinner."
Grandma came out of the house to greet them.
“Oh, hi! Did you have a good trip?” she asked.
"Yes, Grandma. Where's Grandpa?" asked Frank.
"Oh, he's in the barn.
He'll be here soon," said Grandma.
Just then Grandpa joined them.
"Grandpa!" Lisa shouted as she ran to him.
"Have you been a good girl?" asked Grandpa.
"Oh, yes," said Lisa.
"Mommy told me that I had to be good or else you wouldn't take us out for ice cream."
"That's right. Only good girls and boys get to have ice cream," Grandpa said, smiling.
"Are you hungry?" asked Grandma. "Dinner is almost ready.
After you take everything upstairs, come to the dining room."
After dinner everyone praised Grandma's cooking.
"Thank you. That was excellent," said Dad.
"I agree," said Grandpa.
"I think it's time for . . . ice cream!" shouted Lisa.
"Yes," said Grandpa, smiling. "Ice cream is my favorite dessert."
"Then let's go for ice cream!" said Frank.
"Can we go now?" said Lisa.
"Lisa, Frank," said Mom.
"First we need to help Grandma clean up the dishes, and then we'll go and get ice cream."
"Okay, Mom," Lisa and Frank replied.
With Lisa and Frank's help, the kitchen was soon clean.
"We're finished!" shouted Lisa.
"Are we taking two cars?" asked Frank.
"No. We're going to ride in the back of your grandpa's truck," said their father.
"Really?" shouted Frank.
"Yes, really," said Grandpa.
"But there will be no standing and no sticking your hands outside the truck."
Before long, they arrived at the ice-cream shop.
"What kind of ice cream do you want?" asked Grandpa.
"I want two scoops of chocolate chip," said Frank.
"I want three scoops!" shouted Lisa.
"Lisa," Mom said. "Two scoops."
"Okay, two scoops. One black raspberry and the other mint chocolate chip."
Grandpa paid, and everyone got their ice cream.
"Look, Mom! My ice-cream cone looks like the sign,"
said Lisa, pointing at the large ice-cream cone outside the shop.
"I've got three scoops—chocolate, black raspberry, and mint chocolate chip."
"I said two scoops, Lisa," said Mom, annoyed.
"I said it was okay as long as we share," said Grandpa.
"Thanks Grandpa," said Lisa. She smiled.
Sharing with Grandpa was fun.