Every summer around dinner time, the tinkling sound of the ice cream truck arrives. It doesn't always come down our street, but we hear it getting closer. Every time (I mean e-v-e-r-y time) they hear it they beg for ice cream. I a-l-w-a-y-s say NO!
I have many reasons,
- it's too much money
- it's dinner time
- it's probably not safe ice cream
- he's probably a child predator
You know, all those rational reasons!
Well, on Father's Day, the boys were out with Daddy and heard the truck and Daddy said "Sure!"
Their endurance paid off. They waited and listened (and probably prayed a little) and about 45 minutes later, the truck arrived just in front of our house. They both picked Spiderman.
That day went down as one of the best in our family history (so far) and Daddy won some MAJOR brownie points with the boys!
You and I just might share a brain. We have so many things in common, Bree. :)
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I hear ya on the child predator thing!
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