Hit List

I have come to despise the ice cream/snow cone man that stalks our neighborhood. Each year it begins innocently enough-after all, the ice cream/snow cone truck not only epitomizes summer has arrived but also symbolizes the carefree summer days children experience. Even I will admit to the initial feelings of nostalgic childhood summers past upon hearing the ice cream/snow cone music that announces its imminent arrival. With that said, our particular stalker consistently blast “It’s a Small World After All” at a volume you can hear from more than a mile away. By summer’s end, the music alone is enough to make any parent cringe and scramble to distract their child (a feat much easier said than done as out of sight is certainly not out of mind when you can hear the music blocks before it turns down your street). And it never fails- no matter how many times we explain to Caleb we could purchases boxes of ice cream for the same price as the ice cream/snow cone man charges for one item, he still insist he likes the ice cream/snow cone man’s better. I understand economic times are tough but find it difficult to believe the ice cream/snow cone man is so hard up for cash that he will insist on his daily treks through the neighborhoods despite snow, sleet and/or rain. Dear ice cream/snow cone man-please kindly skip our cul-de-sac before I permanently dismantle your musical megaphone version of “It’s a Small World”. Thank you for permanently ensuring I will hate that song for the rest of my life.