For most of the drive to Maryland I promised Benson ice cream cones if he was good. But we never actually did it... until last week. Riley and I got ice cream and we got Benson his very own cone. Needless to say he LOVED it. He was a little protective of it.
When he was almost done he just started screaming. Oh it was sad. We think he had brain freeze. Poor guy.
Poor guy! I feel for him, but couldn't help laughing at the same time. Totally mean of me.
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