Oh please don...I mean she likely won't like the frappe...Grandpa ... But the cone, she's already nearly enhaled the cone...The one right there in her hands, yeah, even a walrus couldn't miss that mashed mess of what once was anything but whatever it is or may be right now ...Okay, you're giving her the frappe...of course...Right, I mean she is clearly at begging point now, mise well just let her go ahe...why not...😓 15 minutes later: Cone and frappe gone...Winnie's stomach a'churning loud and clear...Farts a'rumbling just the same... (40 min drive back home all the while Winnie has her own fart party and Dad tries all he can to keep focus in traffic midst inhalation of toxic Winter air) One hour later: Winnie projectile vomits a sugar pile mixture of awful things and such all over Dad's face not even a minute after we walk into our front door. (Dad cleans Win and then himself and then starts to clean the carpet as Win decides to walk over and sit confused and curious right next to me and repeat "yuuuck yuck yuck" while shaking her head back and forth over and over and really all I am hearing her say be it some internal Winnie translator or whatever is "awww must suck" while she shakes her head back and forth as if pity and mockery and shame were one and the same over and over until I finish cleaning) 😅 Three hours later: Winnie is sound asleep as if smell and sorrow and sharted dreams are of no consequence to one of equitable age and intellect....Daddy lies restless with visions of sugar pile mixture of awful things and such dancing in head...And repeat. Anytime between now and tomorrowland: Nightmares, hallucinations and/or the like.. Until then. 🙃 Love, #daddy

Oh please don...I mean she likely won't like the frappe...Grandpa ... But the cone, she's already nearly enhaled the cone...The one right there in her hands, yeah, even a walrus couldn't miss that mashed mess of what once was anything but whatever it is or may be right now ...Okay, you're giving her the frappe...of course...Right, I mean she is clearly at begging point now, mise well just let her go ahe...why not...😓 15 minutes later: Cone and frappe gone...Winnie's stomach a'churning loud and clear...Farts a'rumbling just the same... (40 min drive back home all the while Winnie has her own fart party and Dad tries all he can to keep focus in traffic midst inhalation of toxic Winter air) One hour later: Winnie projectile vomits a sugar pile mixture of awful things and such all over Dad's face not even a minute after we walk into our front door. (Dad cleans Win and then himself and then starts to clean the carpet as Win decides to walk over and sit confused and curious right next to me and repeat "yuuuck yuck yuck" while shaking her head back and forth over and over and really all I am hearing her say be it some internal Winnie translator or whatever is "awww must suck" while she shakes her head back and forth as if pity and mockery and shame were one and the same over and over until I finish cleaning) 😅 Three hours later: Winnie is sound asleep as if smell and sorrow and sharted dreams are of no consequence to one of equitable age and intellect....Daddy lies restless with visions of sugar pile mixture of awful things and such dancing in head...And repeat. Anytime between now and tomorrowland: Nightmares, hallucinations and/or the like.. Until then. 🙃 Love, #daddy

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