I took my 6yo niece to Diddy Riese, the mother of all cookie shops, this afternoon. I nearly passed out when she looked at a kid in the window eating mint and chip ice cream smashed between two glorious chocolate chip cookies and said I don't like that kind of ice cream sandwich. I mean, seriously, what kid looks at cookies and ice cream and says....um, no way, Lady. I then pulled out my multi-tool and clipped a bit of her hair for DNA analysis. There's no way we're blood related.
