The Music Truck

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I an effort to prevent daily tantrums, Jess and I have been misleading. Everytime the ice cream truck drives around our neighborhood, we make a big deal about the "music" truck. Maggie would get excited and tell us she heard the music, or saw the "music" truck. We never lied and told her it did not have ice cream. We just never told her it that it had ice cream. An adult would wonder, "why does this truck drive around to neighborhood to supply entertaining music?"

That poor driver. He would see Maggie and I playing in the driveway or working on bikes, so he would hopefully/expectantly drive up our cul-de-sac. "Hope springs eternal in the human breast." Maggie never knew to beg for ice cream, and I am too cheap.  So his jaunts down our road were always fruitless.

We have been wondering how long before she figured it out. She is four and it has pictures on the side.

All things come to an end.

Well a couple days ago, it clicked. "Mom, does the 'music' truck have ice cream?"

With a smile, "Yes, yes it does."

I will miss our charade. It was always fun to point out the "music" truck.

...I think we will continue to call it the "music" truck.