Can you believe my nephew is already two? Neither can I. This helmet cup is one of the presents I gave him. That's right, I endured a cup of chocolate carvel for my nephew.
The vendor who sold the ice cream to me said there is No favorite flavor at Citi Field. That's suspect, but I thanked her for her answer anyway (I'm polite like that, and so is my nephew, btw. For example, while I was torturing him by slicing his slice of birthday cake too slowly he looked at me and said, pleading, "Cake. Please.")
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