Ice cream, why must you be the only thing I can think about as my night is coming to an end and the sound of my bed calling my name increases. Moose tracks. Turtle tracks. Blueberry pie. Oh my!  You are so sweet, so cool, and so refreshing to my taste buds. May I plunge my spoon into your soft inviting carton? May I bring you up to my mouth to taste the goodness that you offer? Oh what they hey I am going to anyways! Night y’all