How satisfying it is to be a model kid. Cleaning up after one's self, finishing school, and washing the car. Almost gagging over dinner isn't included in that, but I won't further in my description. Mom wanted to know if I had gotten any birthday ice-cream. I hadn't, but I told her if she amended now with a half gallon of ice-cream, I would be fine. Not such wish was granted, but a pint might be forthcoming. If only it were tonight. How very much appreciated it would be.