So, the other night, Danielle asked me if I wanted dinner. I said OK, and she whipped off into the kitchen. I heard a flurry of activity, plates clicking against silverware, a cutting board, a spoon in a jar, and then a poof, from what sounded like it came from a can of whipped cream.
Then, I was presented with a beautifully constructed banana split. I devoured it all the while considering why we were eating banana splits for dinner. Danielle had been playing with Play-Doh "Ice Cream Shop" at work and after making a banana and a cherry, she developed a craving for a homemade banana split! Oh well, it was yummy, as you can see.
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