Everyone who knows my family knows that we really dig desserts. As Erin's grown up, she's proved that she is definitely part Forman, because she has a sweet tooth that would rival Willy Wonka's. By the time she was 3, she'd tried all kinds of goodies, from cakes to candies to puddings. But it was on this visit to Central Park in 2003 that she tried her very first ice cream cone. Sure, she'd had ice cream before. But this was the first time she'd tried the concoction in a sweet, crunchy cone, topped with a hard chocolate shell and nuts. Obviously, she did it right, as it wound up all over her face, and she seemed to love it. Oddly enough, though, she no longer likes the cones. Oh, she still loves ice cream (in fact, she made herself quite the sundae last night after dinner!), but she'll pass on the cone and just have it in a cup. It's OK... She can still be part Forman.
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