Savoring every drip, she swirls the cool cream in her mouth and lets it run down her chin and onto her shirt already soiled with juices from a variety of fruits. I start to ask her what kind of ice cream is her favorite and she blurts out "white" before I can even finish. She now also likes 'pink'. Nana treated her to the cone above on their outing to the zoo.
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