
And at the end, he & his buddy, Evan, tried to order a super-duper-deluxe ice cream. The Moms weren't having any of it (we're mean, after all). Seriously, though -- I brought my & Wee One's ice cream to the table and he insisted on having them placed in front of him... and then looked at me, gave me one of his dismissive arm waves, and said, "Go get you ice cream".
No, he didn't share.
The joy of two year olds!
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