When I was around 6 years old, my father took me for ice cream. He suggested the flavor I might like, bought me a cone and got one for himself.
Leaving the shop, he warned me not to lick it in a certain way because it could make the ice cream fall from the cone; instead, I should push it down with my tongue first, to make sure it stays on.
I didn’t listen. I licked it, and it fell to the ground. Since I was so upset by this, he shared most of his ice cream with me.
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