At the playground yesterday, Owen runs to the puppet theater:
Owen: Mommy! I get you ice cream! (He proceeds to pull down the "lever" and fill up my cone).
Mommy: Thank you. What kind is it?
Owen: Chocolate.
Mommy: Mmmmm. It's good. Thank you. How much do I owe you?
Owen: Two.
Mommy: Two what?
Owen: Too much.
That's what Daddies are for. Unless chocolate is involved. Then it's every man, woman, and child for themselves!
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