There's No Wrong Way to Eat a Sno-Cone

 Both boys wanted a Sno-Cone after the bobsled ride.  I didn't want anything in my tummy. Dexter devoured his by chomping, licking, sucking through a straw, and shoveling with a spoon on the end of his straw.

I loved seeing the little old Italian ladies dolled up in their red dresses, sandals, and panty hose. On the other hand, Dexter and Daddy were engrossed in the delightful, refreshing enjoyment of eating their Sno-Cones.