It’s a bit windy and Kadin wants to eat his ice cream in the car. I reluctantly open the door and, anticipating my main argument to this option, he is saying, "I'm not going to spill my ice cream in the car, I'm not going to spill my ice cream in the car." All the while he is flinging fleeces and other detritus out of the way.
Moments later:
"Where did it go? Where did it go?" He holds up an empty cone. Big sigh. I don't see it anywhere. I rifle though Rees’ fleece on the floor to find a ball of raspberry ice cream amidst the folds, grab it quickly and plop it back on the cone. So predictable and yet still unbelievable.
No comments:
Post a Comment