The other night, Mommy wanted ice cream, and I had been being pretty good for a few days, so Mommy said I could come along. I did not know where we were going until we got there, and I saw people coming out of the building with mile high ice cream cones. I thought Dad was never going to come back with mine. But he finally did....
what, no more?
I can not tell you how happy ice cream makes me. But I eat it so fast it gives me a headache. Mine was gone before we left the parking lot, and then I shivered all the way home.
And of course, Mommy held me to warm me up.
She is right, I am spoiled.