When our daughter was little she begged my husband for a snow cone at the state fair. “It’s flavored ice,” he told me in protest. “And they want how much for it?” I wasn’t proposing we feed her only snow cones from here on out -- but they were calling to me, too. We went back and forth about it for a while, and (you guessed it) Katie got her snow cone.
How fondly do you remember the bad days?
How fondly do you remember the bad days?
How fondly do you remember the bad days?
When our daughter was little she begged my husband for a snow cone at the state fair. “It’s flavored ice,” he told me in protest. “And they want how much for it?” I wasn’t proposing we feed her only snow cones from here on out -- but they were calling to me, too. We went back and forth about it for a while, and (you guessed it) Katie got her snow cone.