We decided to celebrate Chocolate Day by taking a trip to the local ice cream shop. All afternoon, C talked about what flavor ice cream she would get and who she would share it with. When we arrived, the line was fairly long and, as usual, they were blaring country music.
After waiting for just a couple of minutes, she announced, "I didn't come here for the ice cream."
"No?" I asked. "Then why are you here?"
She did a little jig and called at the top of her lungs, "I'm here for the MUSIC!"