"I'm gonna do lots of things you wouldn't do," she teases, rising from the bench and squeezing the phone between her ear and her shoulder again. With her hands free, she frames and snaps off a quick shot of the little boy with the ice cream, now riding high atop his father's shoulders. "Everything I can think of." Liz lowers the camera, strap dangling against her leg.

As she crosses the square toward the stairs: "Love you."