My mother would buy boxes of the marshmallow ice cream cones to give us as special treats. She would hide them on the hat shelf of her closet. One day my sister and I decided to try to get some ourselves. We climbed on a chair and tried to reach them. Apparently we were making more noise than we thought because my mom came in and caught us red-handed! I've never forgotten the joy I felt when I was rewarded for good behavior with a marshmallow cone.