Some American relatives invaded the island of Ischia last week, which meant we were eating more than our usual one ton of gelato per week. Usually, Baby Boy has a few licks of mine and is done for the night. But last week he had his own cup and devoured the whole thing, save some that he used for a facial. See photo above. Yes, he opted to eat the stuff with his hands, which attracted a crowd in Ischia Porto. A few folks (besides my relatives and me) actually snapped photos and took video of the little guy. A few of the old school Italian women were griping that I wasn’t cleaning him up fast enough and that there would be pesky stains on those shirts. You know about them and the laundry. Oy. But how could I deny him the joy of that gelato? The mess was part of the fun. And isn’t that what the sweet life is all about?