just wanted to be the the seven or eight year young fella i met at the store yesterday.

“i want ice cream mom.”

“you can't.”

“you told me. it's been a week.”

“it’s just a week.”

“i want ice cream.”

“no.”

“i want ice cream. ice cream. ice cream wants me. i want ice cream. iceee cream. i want mom. mom ice cream. i really I'm need ice cream. iceeee creammmm ice creammmm.” (talks straightly for minutes without getting tired, no crying, no shouting but just constant talks like a prayer.)

update : they got their ice cream.

damn. wow. i wanted to be them with my dreams.