Iris and I made up a story in which the pirates were pursued by an evil ice cream cone. Except every time Iris said “evil ice cream” I started laughing.
> **Me:** Tonight in the bath we should play ice cream, and there will be three flavors: chocolate, strawberry, and evil.
> **Iris:** Evil doesn’t sound very tasty.
Yeah, but it’s more interesting than vanilla.
Maybe when you want your favorite flavor of ice cream saved, just for you, you can say it is “evil flavor” and no one will eat it.