An Irishman comes home and sees his 7-year-old lad Little Johnny crying on the front step:
“What’s wrong?” Asks the father.
“Mr O’Malley from next door came over and mum and he had ice cream and didn’t even give me any!” Says little Johnny.
“Are you sure?” Asks the dad.
“Aye.” Says Johnny.
“I was walking by the window and I heard Mr O’Malley telling mom to hurry up and eat it before it gets soft.”