Riley sat down in the middle of the side walk. Her half eaten cherry ice in her hand. It was all over her mouth and baby pink bonet and dress set. Riley didn’t care. It was itchy and all she wanted to do was take it off. But her mother would get mad. And Riley hated time-outs as much as she hated her baby pink dress and bonet set. So she sat, and ate, not even using a spoon. Her bare hand worked fine.