I is for icecream. I love the stuff. Chocolate, vanilla it is all so delicious. I don’t have a favorite flavor, because it depends on my mood.
J is for Jessica. My older sister named me. She refused to pick any boy names because she refused to accept a brother. Lucky for me, she got her younger sister. She insisted I was named Jessica.
K is for kids. I don’t have any yet myself, but aren’t they great? When my nephew was little, he was obsessed with the letter t. When we would drive anywhere, if he saw a t on a sign he would yell, “A t! A T!”