The ice cream truck stalks our neighborhood. This was not a problem for us in years past because we told the boys the truck was a music truck. (A special shout out and thank you for this genius parenting technique courtesy of Diane and Scott.) Ice cream? What ice cream?
Sweet boys that they are, Aidan and Brennan loved the music truck and it’s tinny, repetitive, somewhat annoying tunes it played on its daily, often thrice daily trips around our streets. But at the end of last summer, Aidan’s dear friend Ellie filled him in on the secret of the music truck. He was astonished to discover that the music truck not only plays music, but it serves ice cream too. The jig is up.
We celebrated the beginning of summer last week with the boys’ first visit with the music and ice cream truck. Although Aidan informed me, “Mom, it’s not really an ice cream truck because it only serves popsicles.”
Hmm, the music/ice cream/popsicle truck perhaps?
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