Last Friday, after dinner, Papa brought me and Mama to Yew Tee Point to run some errand and eat ice cream. I chose to have the green apple flavoured ice cream cone. Mama kept asking me to hold the cone tight as I have butter fingers and tend to drop whatever is in my hands if I am distracted.
Mama is quite glad I am willing to eat ice cream as she thought there was something wrong with me that causes me not to be very keen with ice cream. Actually, it's the cone that I prefer to eat. The ice-cream, well, it's part of the deal.
Papa noted that the way I eat my ice cream takes after Mama as I licked it gingerly.
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