Coming home from vacation is a sad time.  A time of sadness, but also memories.  We were driving back from a vacation at the lake, which is a nice place to relax and have fun. As we were driving home, we were hungry and decided to stop at Dairy Queen.

We ate our meal and my brothers happily ate their Kids Meals. This seemed like the typical dinner out, right? It came time to order dessert and my brothers just happened to have a “Free Mini Cone or $0.50 off a Mini Blizzard” coupon. My 9-year-old brother Sam happily ordered a Blizzard and I ordered a twist cone. As it came time for my youngest brother, 7-year-old Ben, to order, he was very confused and looked sad. (You see Ben normally doesn’t like ice cream and was confused about what to order.)

First, he said chocolate, then he said vanilla, and finally our mom told him that he could get a twist cone.

A few minutes later, Mom came back and gave us our dessert.   Ben was like, “That’s good, but where’s mine.” Our mom pointed to the ice cream and with a sad face Ben said, “I thought it was a plain cone, no ice cream.”

Ben, at his best.