Nate wanted me to write about Sweet Frog, a new frozen yogurt chain with a location in Oneonta. He got his first flavors – cake batter, cookies and cream, Oreo cheesecake and Irish mint – and topping such as M&M’s, crushed Andes mints, and rainbow sprinkles, in which he was hoping to put on his blue cotton candy concoction. This month, he checked out a few new Sweet Frog locations. They included the ones in Vestal, New Hartford, and Oneonta (in which he likes better because it’s next to the Panera Bread, which opened in late 2013 and in the Southside Mall).
By the end of 2013, Nate was hoping to check out the Oneonta one before his last ARC Meeting for 2013, but he ended up going there with his mom yesterday. He was hoping to check out the one in Cicero as part of his first Syracuse trip for 2014 in the spring. Anyways, he likes comparing Sweet Frog to that frozen yogurt place in Cooperstown called “Crazy Cups”, which opened in mid-2013 and now contains a variety of sweet dishes and coffees.
Anyways, Nate checked out the new one in New Hartford on Tuesday. It was located in the first part of the former Metro Mattress area (after it moved into the Men’s Wearhouse space later in 2012). After checking it out, he spotted the second part of it and the former Blockbuster area, although they were vacant.
Speaking of Sweet Frog, Nate liked his idea of having it before or after having his lunches at Subway, although he got the idea of those places in the Mansion Square in Schenectady (although they opened in late 2013). He was hoping to do that in Oneonta by February and so on.
So, that’s what Nate wanted to write about, and did, pretending that I wrote it by using his name in the third person. Pretty clever. I wanted to write about something else.
Last night, as we hung out in the master bedroom, Nate said something startling.
“Next year I’m gonna get a car of my own.”
We always ask him if he ever sees himself driving. The problem has always been that, when he plays driving video games, he crashes a lot and we’re not certain whether he realizes that’s not the goal.
“Do you want to learn to drive?” I asked. I started to give it some thought. I bet he could take lessons, with a professional who has access to a separate set of brakes. Maybe he could do it.
Nate doesn’t seem to be in a rush. “Maybe in the next 67 years,” he answered.
Clearly we’ve got some time to figure this out. Karen said, “He’s a surprising person,” and he is. I’m pretty sure, when it comes to driving, even pleasantly so.