I picked up some cones at the grocery the other day and Maria was able to eat her very OWN cone...I think she has always had a dish(less mess!) or shared cones with us, and never had her own. So, in the living room sitting on a towel she enjoyed some vanilla in a cone. It reminded me of the many, many times I rode my bike over to my grandparents house. It was very unusual for grandma to not have cones and offer us some. I think sometimes we rode over specifically because we knew she would have some...regardless grandparents are the best!
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