Dear Son,

Greetings and love from away.
Last night we ate ice cream for dinner,
For the second night in a row. Your father is worried
You might think your entire childhood a lie.
Our first ice cream cones came after walking through
A neighborhood of fantastical mushroom houses.
The second round of ice cream came after watching an impromptu parade
Of party barges, one with a paddlewheel,
Packed with (we think) separate wedding parties.
At least we hope the paddlewheel girls
Are nothing to do with the speedboat boys
As one of them fell overboard before they left the bay.
Don’t worry. He didn’t drown. He might not have even felt the cold.
The paddlewheel girls just danced happily endangering no one.
There was another bridal party on a catamaran but no one was dancing.
Give your girl our love and know you always have ours even if
We never let you have ice cream for supper, even on vacation.

Your loving parents