“You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream!” That is, until the ice cream starts melting, and creates a sticky mess that gets on everyone and everything. My son enjoying his ice cream cone. After my daughter’s T-ball game, we cooled off at our local Dairy Queen, grateful for the sweet treat and the air conditioning. They smiled contentedly, unaware of my eagerness to wash the sticky mess off their faces. My daughter enjoying her ice cream cone. When they finished thei