There may not be words to adequately describe how blessed my life has been, in spite of myself. I hope these memoirs in some way reflect God's unsurpassed love and faithfulness.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
Ice Cream Man.
Why does the mere sound of the ice cream truck turn all children into whiny, fit-throwing brats? I guess it's so that saying "No" becomes that much easier...
There is no such thing as an ice cream truck. There is only a music truck. The music truck's job is to drive around and play pretty music for us to listen to.
My kids loved the music truck and never had a clue as to its real mission.
It's obviously too late to let you in on that little secret. That's a shame.
Well, apparently adults have issues when it comes to ice cream trucks too. In DFW, we have a serial ice cream truck armed robber. I saw that on the news the other day... By the way, why are all your comment moderation wiggly letters so long and hard to read?
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There is no such thing as an ice cream truck. There is only a music truck. The music truck's job is to drive around and play pretty music for us to listen to.
My kids loved the music truck and never had a clue as to its real mission.
It's obviously too late to let you in on that little secret. That's a shame.
Well, apparently adults have issues when it comes to ice cream trucks too. In DFW, we have a serial ice cream truck armed robber. I saw that on the news the other day... By the way, why are all your comment moderation wiggly letters so long and hard to read?
Not my kids! I am a horrible Momma and they don't even know what the ice cream man is. I am going to keep it that way as long as possible.
Luckily, my boys don't know what that sound means. I think I'll leave it that way for as long as possible.
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