Goob and I were sharing a bowl of Turkey Hill's Salty Caramel ice
cream. We were attempting to take turns, but he was more than anxious
waiting for his turn to come. As I was getting ready to take a bite, he
coughed, and as every little kid does, he didn't cover his mouth, and
all the spittle landed into the ice cream. Inevitably, it became his
ice cream.
Well played, son.
Well played.
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