When I got home this evening, I was greeted at the door by two little boys. One was in his Aquaman underwear. The other was in a Cars Pull-Up. They were finishing up their dinner when one says to me, "Daddy, can I have a vanilla ice cream cone?" What can I say to that? I'm a softee and of course gave it to them. Needless to say, Nicholas was eventually covered from head to toe in melted ice cream.
