Daughter has a knack for bringing about coincidences. Maybe she heard something in the distance, or smelled sugar on the breeze, but as we were walking home today, she produced.
Daughter: I wish I had an ice-cream truck. I mean, it's not like I can snap my fingers [snap] and have one here. [Chimes in the distance. Unmistakeable sound of ice-cream truck. Son's jaw drops open.]
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In the Event of Murder (Starlit Bookshop Mystery #2)
3 months ago
That's awesome. The ice cream truck came by on Tuesday this week because of the heat, I think. He always causes a great frenzy (sometimes with crying) at our house. Where are my shoes?! Where's the money?! I need clothes!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH . . .
ReplyDeleteYeah, same at ours GEW. How often are they clothed, shoed, and sitting on the front porch with coinage? And yet they'd have to be to catch up with the truck as it trundles past our house once in a blue moon!
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