Mabes would like to take this opportunity to thank those altruistic individuals who give of their time and resources to make this world a better place. Specifically, the music truck man. She loves the music truck man, who has recently appeared in our neighborhood on warm evenings, slowly driving through at dinner and bedtime serenading us with lively renditions of "Turkey in the Straw," "The Entertainer," and more. Whenever he drives by, she runs to the window to watch and listen. She even drew a picture of the music truck, complete with music notes and a setting sun:
I'm sure it's only a matter of time before she discovers what is in the music truck, and I'm dreading it. I think I'll have to steal my sister's line and tell her that if the ice cream truck is playing music, it means they're all out of ice cream.
I'm sure it's only a matter of time before she discovers what is in the music truck, and I'm dreading it. I think I'll have to steal my sister's line and tell her that if the ice cream truck is playing music, it means they're all out of ice cream.
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I love it! I hadn't heard that one before. Parents can be very ingenious - they have to be, I guess.
Doesn't the music truck man have PICTURES on his truck??? Maybe Mabes isn't the intellectual genius I thought she was..... Of course, why would she think they would come deliver?
There are pictures on the truck, but only on one side. They're small, and with our house set where it is being blocked by trees, the pictures aren't very visible. Plus, she hears the truck way more than she sees it. If she asks why there are pictures of ice cream on the truck, I'll just tell her it's for decoration. I mean, she has a couple of shirts with ice cream cones on them, but she's not selling ice cream.
I think I need to add a new label for this and a few other posts--"lies we tell our children."
Grandpa is giving serious consideration to sending Emaline a few bucks along with an explanation of what marvels said vehicle contains. Who, as a child, didn't love flagging down the truck and purchasing a Sidewalk Sundae, a Push-Up, a Missile (multi-flavored sherbet), a Nutty Buddy, or other frosty goodness? If I can figure a way to get my vital message past the censors, I'll do it.
We called it the music truck as well. That lasted until four or five, and now the truth is out. My girls don't like ice cream much, but still want something from the truck...we do it about once a summer! My mom always used to threaten the get my dads shot gun and blow the ice cream mans tires off his truck!
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