We live in a town where our neighbors don't complain about our chickens. On the flip-side of this benefit is the sad fact that our ice cream truck is run by some pretty suspect people. Tattoos, piercings, unkempt hair... you get the picture. Add to that poor quality ice cream (ahem, frozen dairy desserts from that mysterious cow who gives Sponge-Bob-yellow milk), and you know why we hide when we hear the ice cream truck. To top it off, there's one tone that's always out of tune in their music, which bothers me somewhat.
So. This is the conversation between Precious and Bubby that made me chuckle this morning.
P: One time, my friend down the street went home because of the ice cream truck, and she didn't come back that day.
NM: You mean, she needed to get money to buy ice cream?
P: Yeah. I mean, what's more important? Eating junk, or playing with friends???
B: (depressed) Playing with friends.
(Friends shouldn't let friends frequent the ice cream truck.)
So. This is the conversation between Precious and Bubby that made me chuckle this morning.
P: One time, my friend down the street went home because of the ice cream truck, and she didn't come back that day.
NM: You mean, she needed to get money to buy ice cream?
P: Yeah. I mean, what's more important? Eating junk, or playing with friends???
B: (depressed) Playing with friends.
(Friends shouldn't let friends frequent the ice cream truck.)
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Excellent wisdom your children have!!