Everyone loves ice cream. Well, mostly everyone if you're not lactose intolerant.
I was about 3 years old at the time, and my mom was pregnant with my little sister. You know that during the process of being pregnant, you eat a lot? Yeah well, my mom ate a lot during that time.
One day, my mom opened the fridge to find the last ice cream Popsicle. She began to eat it, and when I saw her with the Popsicle in her hands, I went wild. I was practically chasing my mom around the apartment while asking for some ice cream.
Frustrated, she locked herself in the bathroom with the Popsicle and finished it in there while I pounded my fist on the door, screaming and crying. Mind you, I was a child at the time.
She obviously felt guilty afterwards, and told my dad to buy ice cream on his way home from work. He did that, but I guess my mood for ice cream just went away. It was weird in a way, and I feel so embarrassed whenever my parents remind me of that day.
Like literally, my pregnant mom and I fought over a Popsicle. I mean, who even does that?!?!
Apparently, moi.
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My Moments
HumorThis is just a book about all of my moments throughout my life. I have had a fair amount of them in my fifteen years of being alive and decided to share it all. And when I look back at these memories, I just burst out laughing with how ridiculous I...
