"Vanilla! No. Chocolate! No. Strawberry! No. Mint! No---" Mother cuts me off. "Pick one, Liam." "Ummmmm..." How am I supposed to pick? There all amazing. I mean--That's it! "All of them!" My mother looks at me funny, then tells the lady at counter.

Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! I keep chanting in my head. Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! We sit down and wait for our ice cream. Mother just got plain Vanilla. Booooring. Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!

Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice crea-- Oh yay! Our ice cream's here! Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream! We all scream for ice cream! I take the first spoonful and-- BRAIN FREEZE! AHHHHHHHHHHH