When my mother died in 2000, my son was 11. And my cousins came, and they said they would take my kids out to eat while we were at the funeral home, doing funeral home stuff. And they took him to an ice cream place, and they let my son have as much ice cream as he wanted. Well, that was a real nice thing to do, but it wasn’t a real nice thing later. He didn’t throw up, but no one knows why. He has a pretty tough gut. But that was like, horrible. My, my daughter who was with him just kept on saying, “I can’t believe they let him eat all that. I can’t believe they let him eat all that.” Anyway, he has never eaten all that, but he still likes Superman ice cream best.