oh, the humanity!

The boys were eating dinner last night when we heard that timeless herald of summer, the song of the ice-cream truck. I looked out the window, and could see it across a few fields in a subdivision a couple of blocks away. So the boys quickly finished their dinner, and we excitedly rushed outside to wait.


And we waited.


And we watched.


And we waited some more.

We would hear the music get louder, and jump up in anticipation, only to hear the music get softer again. It was maddening. We waited for a whole hour, until I had to come inside to work, and the ice-cream truck never came into view. And oh! I never saw two boys look so sad as Liam and Max when they realized that there would be no ice cream from the ice-cream truck.


Fortunately, our story has a happy ending. About half an hour after I started working, Loni came over to hang out with the boys, and she was quickly persuaded by their pleading little faces (and really, who wouldn't be?) to take them to DQ to get some soft serve. Now, if only those cones had guaranteed their good behavior for the rest of the evening...