Sunday, November 27, 2011

Ice Cream

So Iain disappears into his bedroom and reappears without his shirt. He eats dinner shirtless.

After the meal, the usual entreaty: "Can I have some ice cream?"

"Yes, but wait until Miss Olivia [who will be babysitting] arrives. You can have some with her."
"Oh. No. No."
"Why not?"
"Ice cream is private."


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