Once Upon a Time.

Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted nothing more than an ice cream cone of her very own. After years and years (three to be exact) of eating ice cream from a boring cup, her wish came true.

The shock and excitement of her first ice cream cone was almost too much for her little heart to handle.

All she could do for the first few minutes was stare into her ice cream cone, in utter shock and joy. A cone of my very own!!!

Until that first lick. Which was pure bliss.

Suddenly, something strange began to happen to the little girl. Little drops of ice cream began to drip onto her hands.

What in the world!?

"My cone is broken!!" she cried to her mommy.

But amazingly, mommy fixed the whole ordeal with a quick swipe of the napkin. And all was well again.

See, all she wanted was to eat with the same skill and swiftness as her big brother. Who's THE expert of ice cream cones.

And so she ate. and ate and ate and ate.

That is, until a table of "big kids" sat right behind her. And she couldn't help but watch how they ate their ice cream cones. And, hey, wait!!! One of the big girls has a cup, not a cone!!!!

And that's when it happened. The cone fell out of her little fingers and was gone forever.

The little girl was SO sad. MAD to be exact. She stood in the corner and pouted.

And flashed dirty looks at those big kids who "made her drop her cone".

So sorry baby girl. Let mama wipe your tears.

And next time? Let's do a cup.