After a supper of pizza we went to the park to run it off........then W heard the ding a ling bells of the ice cream truck.
I don't think the sound even registered with the kids........ but the next thing I knew .. my 3 boys were galloping up the pathway to the street........
when I caught up to them ..... ice cream all 'round............
ahhhhhhh well - it's a holiday right???
And we won't talk about granny being up at 4:00 a.m. with the youngest one vomiting up all the junk food (le sigh)
Isn't that the way it's supposed to be? Daddy/Grandpa/Uncle/male role model stuffs them with junk and facilitates extreme excitement, and Mommy/Grandma/Aunt/female caregiver follows along afterward cleaning up?
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