My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate. (Thornton Wilder)

I'm not sure why, but eating ice cream cones (or rather, eating ice cream cones with sprinkles) makes me giggle. I'll lick the side, then giggle. Another lick, another giggle. Soon I'm giggling too hard to lick anymore, and the ice cream will drip down my arm. That only makes me giggle harder.

My kids know this about me. When we go out for a treat, they always warn: "If you're going to get a cone, we're not going to sit with you." Of course, I make them sit with me anyway. Because I'm the one paying, that's why. And then when I start giggling over my ice cream cone they get embarrassed and try to pretend they're not with me, which only makes me giggle more.

Forget the Prozac, just pass me a soft-serve cone please.