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ice cream I open the ice box door and look through to make sure we have enough. Dad gets so angry when his dove bars are gone, I have to make sure there is enough for him. He likes that neapolitan kind, too... and mint chocolate chip. And the kids keep eating it, so I stock up when it is on sale. You’ll never know when you’re out. Copyright Janet Kuypers. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.