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Jeff and I went on a date to Cold Stone the other night. In case you don’t live near a Cold Stone, first let me offer my condolences. Cold Stone is the best and I am so sorry that you are deprived of it. I will eat an extra portion on your behalf. Second, it’s one of those ice cream places that lets you choose your own mix-ins. Like, you can decide to put whatever you want in your ice cream. That’s important to this story.
So we’re standing in line behind this cute little girl and overheard her order:
Blue Cotton Candy Ice Cream. (Okay. Not as delicious as my cheesecake ice cream but I can get behind that.)
And then she continued:
Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups
Chocolate Chips
and
Skittles.
That, y’all, is disgusting.
But also? So sweet. Remember being little and making decisions based purely on feeling and not logic? Like, she just walked into that Cold Stone and she was all “Cotton candy ice cream?! I love cotton candy! Peanut butter cups?! I love peanut butter cups! SKITTLES?! I love skittles! Chocolate chips?! I love chocolate chips! These are all things that I love separately so OBVIOUSLY they are going to taste delicious if I mix them all together! This is going to be THE MOST AMAZING ICE CREAM CONE EVER!“
I hope that somehow, the magic of being six years old made that concoction actually taste delicious for her.
