So yesterday I took the kids out for a frozen treat. When we go out for a frozen treat we have one rule: The total volume of ice cream must be larger than the dimensions of our own heads.
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Even if it means that we have to take a little sit-down break before we get to the end of the treat:
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Yes, even if it means we will enter into some sort of treat-induced coma, we soldier on:
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And that's all I have to say about that.
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