I have a sweet tooth. A bottomless appetite for cookies, brownies, and ice cream.

When I was little we were waiting at the airport for my Uncle. I spotted an ice cream stand across the way. I wanted ice cream.

My Mom gave me some money and said, “Go get something.”

I remember being at the counter. Eyes wide looking at the menu. While I understood money, I had no idea of value. I spotted the Triple Scoop Ice Cream Sunday and I had enough money. It came with all the toppings: hot fudge, caramel, whip cream, nuts. This thing was as big as my head. Welcome to heaven Jashon.

As I’m walking back I feel everyone looking at me. I’m smiling my way through hell. Then I see my Mom’s face. “Jason!”.

I was so embarrassed.

I didn’t eat a single bite. It just sat there and melted. An ice cream tragedy.

To this day I still feel bad. Poor little Triple Scoop Ice Cream Sunday.