Grandpa used his Father's Day Dairy Queen gift card to take Reid for his first ice cream cone. When he complained in the car ride over there I told him that we were going to get ice cream and he stopped whining immediately. I think he thought it was a joke when Grandpa handed him his very own cone. He was leaning into it with his mouth and had to be encouraged to hold it himself. He did drop a lot of it on the ground and cried, but he managed to eat the rest of the soft serve and the entire, soggy, flattened cone. He was absolutely covered in sticky ice cream, he even got some in his crocs. Thank you Grandpa! From now on he will never be satisfied with sharing our cone, he'll always get his own.
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