Dessert Or Meltdown

Our family has just finished a large meal at a buffet restaurant. We’re all very full. My grandpa gets up, thinking he’s going to the restroom, but he comes back with a bowl heaped with multiple scoops of ice cream.

Mom: “Dad, how can you even think about ice cream after all that food!”

Grandpa: “There’s always, always, ALWAYS room for ice cream. See. It melts so it fits in between the cracks!”

My seven-year-old self thinks this is genius. I stand up.

Mom: “Where are you going?”

Me: “To fill in the cracks!”