One morning last weekend Isla and I were looking at a book before breakfast. It had little pictures of ice cream on the cover. "Momma may I ice cream have please?" How could I say no to that?
Today on the way home, Isla kept jabbering things I couldn't understand. I pulled in the drive and as the garage door opened there was a big sigh. "Isla wants ice cream." Isla wants ice cream? I asked. Another sigh. "Yes, please." On the way back home from Sonic, I asked if it was good ice cream. "Yes." Is it so good? "Yes, PopPop likes it." Yes babe, PopPop would like it.
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