THE KID DID WHAT?

Go Better with Ice Cream “M-m-m-m-m, good," Flynn purred. "I sure love ice cream." "Me too," I said. Ice cream dribbled down Flynn's chin onto his shirt. "It's just us boys today. Mommy's missing out." Flynn and I were busy with guy stuff while my wife, Cameron, was busy with work. “Dad, can I get some ear buds?" “Your birthday's coming. We'll talk to your mom." "That's far away," Flynn said. He dug deeper into his ice cream. Later that day, Flynn came running out of the play