Daddy got some ice cream for Mommy and me to share, but I was not happy with the amount or speed of the ice cream coming my way. Mommy, Mason, Mommy, Mason was not sitting well with me. The way I was acting it was as if I expected Mason, Mason, Mason, Mommy, Mason, Mason, Mason. It might sound like I’m being greedy, but we wouldn’t have this problem if Daddy just got us one ice cream Sunday each. I’m just saying.