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cream　to　flop　onto　the　table。

Before　my　dad　could　stop　him；　David　picked　up　the　ice　cream　and　tried　to　cram　it　back　onto

the　cone。　But　the　cone　was　shattered　and　the　ice

cream　fell　over　again；　only　this　time　it　landed　on　the　floor。

My　dad　said；　“Leave　it；　David。　I'll　get　you　a　new　one；”　but　David　didn't　listen。　His　chair　shot

back　and　he　dove　after　it。

“No；　David！　Let　me　get　you　a　new　one。”　My　dad　pulled　him　by　the　arm；　but　David　wouldn't

budge。　He　grabbed　the　ice　cream　and　crammed　it

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back　onto　what　was　left　of　his　cone；　and　when　the　bottom　part　of　his　cone　crumbled

pletely　away；　he　started　screaming。

It　was　awful。　He　was　like　a　two…hundred…pound　infant；　throwing　a　tantrum　on　the　floor。　He

was　yelling　words　I　couldn't　understand；　and　after　a

minute　of　trying　to　calm　him　down；　my　father　said；　“Julianna；　can　you　get　him　another　cone？”

The　man　behind　the　counter　scooped　as　fast　as　he　could；　but　in　that　short　time　David

knocked　over　a　table　and　two　chairs　with　his　flailing　and

managed　to　smear　chocolate　everywhere。　The　checkers　and　customers　at　the　registers

seemed　frozen　with　terror—like　David　was　some　sort　of

monster　out　to　destroy　the　world。

I　gave　the　new　cone　to　my　father；　who　handed　it　to　David；　right　there　on　the　floor。　And　while

David　sat　there　eating　it；　my　father　and　I　worked

around　him；　putting　everything