Making His Own Cone.
I'm not really sure where this was taken. I tried to judge according to the background. I don't think we ever had a bed downstairs but maybe we did and I just don't remember it. I also can't see us eating ice cream up stairs.
Tommy said he could make his own so I let him. I never tried to stifle him. I let him attempt things unless I knew it was something he could really get hurt on. He wanted to learn everything. He soaked up knowledge like a sponge in water.
