The ice cream cone is a small, crunchy piece of confidence. It is what a child chooses when a paper cup feels too ordinary and a bowl feels like homework. It is also, if we are being honest, an edible promise that you will handle your responsibilities. You will not spill. You will not drip down your wrist. You will not lose control of the situation in public. A cone is an optimistic contract between gravity and human dignity, signed in sugar and immediately challenged by summer heat.