The Ice Cream Man

Earlier today, Oliver wanted to play on my bed with Roxy and me. I shuffled us all in there and crawled up on the bed with Roxy, while Oliver stood on the floor at the foot of the bed and declared that he was the ice cream man.

I asked him what kind of ice cream he had to offer and he told me that there were all different kinds.

Great! What kinds?

Vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry, he said. He demonstrated the flavors by doing a Vanna White flourish on my wall next to each imaginary dispenser.

Naturally, I asked for strawberry.

He asked if I like it on a cone, and I told him that I did. He gave me my invisible ice cream cone and I devoured it with glee. Next up was Roxy's ice cream cone. She chose vanilla.

Oliver walked her cone around to the side of the bed, but before he handed it to her, he farted on it.

And that's how ice cream cones get sprinkles.

I'm not even lying.