Banana Splits (Sprinkle Sundays)

Banana Splits (Sprinkle Sundays)

Tamiko slips up on social media in the eighth delicious book in the Sprinkle Sundays series from the author of the Cupcake Diaries series! Tamiko makes a snarky comment on social media meant only for her friends to see, but she accidentally posts it on the Molly’s website and it goes viral! Even though she removes the comment almost immediately, people have already taken screenshots of it and she’s labeled as one of the mean girls at school. Can Tamiko say she’s sorry and make everything right again—with a cherry on top? From cupcakes to ice cream and donuts! When she’s not daydreaming about yummy snacks, Coco Simon edits children’s books and has written close to one hundred books for children, tweens, and young adults, which is a lot less than the number of cupcakes, ice cream cones, and donuts she’s eaten. She is the author of the Cupcake Diaries, Cupcake Diaries: The New Batch, the Sprinkle Sundays, and the Donut Dreams series. Her newest series is Mia in the Middle. Banana Splits CHAPTER ONE THE QUEEN OF SOCIAL MEDIA “I need another bird’s nest sundae with strawberry ice cream, please!” I called to Allie. “Bird’s nest sundae coming right up!” Allie replied. I watched my friend make the sundae—one scoop of strawberry ice cream topped with shredded coconut, jelly beans, and a Peep. The result looked like a bird sitting on its eggs in a nest, and I absolutely loved it. It was my latest sundae creation and probably one of my favorites yet. The customers loved it too. I’d been counting the sales of the new sundae ever since I’d started taking orders at twelve forty-five, and in just two hours we’d sold thirteen of them! Allie handed me the sundae, which I finished off with a Molly’s Ice Cream trademark—a shower of sprinkles. “Here’s your sprinkle of happy,” I said with my best salesclerk smile, handing the sundae to the woman who had ordered it. The little girl next to her began to jump up and down in excitement. “Ice cream! Ice cream!” she shouted. “Calm down, Sophie,” her mom said patiently. “I just need to pay, and then we’ll sit down.” I laughed. “It’s okay. We all feel that way about ice cream,” I told her. The woman gave me a grateful smile and made her way over to pay my friend Sierra at the register. I spun around to Allie. “Thirteen in two hours!” I bragged. “I was counting too. That might be a record,” she said. Then she scrunched up her freckly nose in that way she does when she’s thinking. “I wonder if it is a record. Why haven’t we ever thought about keeping stats on this kind of thing?” “We could, if we input flavors into the computer register system,” Sierra chimed in, tapping the register. “Right now it only keeps track of small sundae, medium sundae, small cone, things like that.” “This sounds like a job for Sierra Perez, math genius,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows. “That might be beyond my genius capabilities,” Sierra answered. “But I’ll talk to your mom about it, Allie.” “Awesome!” Allie replied. Allie’s mom, Mrs. S., owned Molly’s Ice Cream, which was named after her grandmother. Allie, Sierra, and I had been besties since we were tiny, and we worked together in the shop every Sunday afternoon. I was glad we did, because Allie’s parents had gotten divorced the previous summer, and now Allie went to a different school from where Sierra and I went. For most weeks, our Sprinkle Sunday was the only day when we were all together in the same place. I gazed around at the shop. Three teenage girls were sitting on the stools at the high counter that faced the window. A dad and his two little boys were eating ice cream cones at one of the small round tables, and at the table next to them, Sophie was digging into her bird’s nest sundae while her mom watched. I wiped my hands on my apron. “I’m going to take a few photos for the website while it’s quiet,” I announced. “Great. I’ll refill the toppings,” Allie said. “I’ll help!” Sierra quickly offered. A few months before, Allie might have been upset that I was taking pictures instead of helping with the toppings. But ever since her mom had made me the unofficial social media director of the shop, Allie didn’t mind as much. I added all of the updates to the Molly’s Ice Cream website. I uploaded photos to the shop’s social media accounts, and I responded to any messages or comments people posted. I didn’t mind doing it, because Mrs. S. was so busy making the ice cream and keeping the shop running seven days a week that all these things would never get done if I didn’t do them. Also, it was a lot of fun! I walked up to Sophie and her mom. “Would you mind if I took a photo of your daughter with the sundae and posted it on our website?” I asked. “We’ll identify her by first name only.” “I wouldn’t mind at all!” the mom replied. She pulled a napkin from the dispenser. “I should clean up her face first, though.” “No, it’s perfect. Trust me!” I said. Sophie had ice cream all over the outside of her mouth, and