My little Gwyneth never say "no" when it comes to ice cream. She loves it very much. The local ice cream vendor knows it that's why he never let a day passed without passing to our vicinity and he will stay in front of our gate, sounding his bell to call my daughter's attention. One day, while I was busy cleaning up after my daughter's bath, I heard this same bell then I noticed my daughter was out of my sight. I heard from group of men that my little girl was out of the gate, crossed the street and ran towards the ice cream vendor. I ran outside and there she was with 25 cents on her hand trying to buy one cone of ice cream. What 25 cents can buy these days? We'll after that incident, good thing happen. Her uncle never fails to bring her 1 gallon of ice cream twice a month. Good, indeed!
