When I took this, I was too afraid of being noticed, so I set my camera on the checkerboard rug where my husband and I had reached a stalemate and I snapped this picture. The father on the right in the pink shirt was trying to gather all his boys to the counter to order their ice cream. When I saw this family, I thought of my own, when it was an ordeal to go out and when it was a celebration to have your own—of anything. Moments like this made our vacations. Even the older brother not pictured here was so excited that he could hardly stand still.