Since he ate his dinner, I decided to give Nicholas a vanilla ice cream cone. He followed the rules and sat at the table like a good little guy. Unfortunately, he doesn't quite get the concept of liking the drips on the sides of the cones, so his hands were eventually covered in melted ice cream. It got so bad that it kept slipping out of his hands. At that point, he gave up and asked Maureen to clean him up.
