I take my beautiful vanilla yogurt with chocolate sprinkles, dump it over his head, and sweep out of the store.
My father’s in conversation with one of the other dads and almost misses me storming past. “Done so soon?” He asks. Then he looks back inside and sees our family’s archenemy, dripping frozen yogurt and sprinkles all down his face… “Car’s around the corner,” Dad mumbles hurrying me away…
— Aug 05, 2025 05:57PM
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