This is his first real job.
His first real clock-in, get paid minimum wage, wear a uniform, "would you like fries with that?" job.
He actually loved it. Not the fryer or the grill, but part where he got to make ice-cream and interact with customers.
Cause seriously, that's two things this kid loves- people and ice-cream.
Most of our family excursions for a treat involved visiting Nick at work. It was either that or visiting a certain girl at Bahama Bucks. Cause sometimes shaved ice sounds better than ice-cream.

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