The truth is out

There is a white van that travels through our neighborhood almost every day during the summer. It has pictures of all sorts of cold, tasty treats plastered on the side and it plays catchy music and rings a bell as it drives. You all know what I'm talking about.

For over 2 years, we managed to convince Elizabeth that this van was "The Music Truck." She would get so excited when it came around, all because she just wanted to hear the wonderful music it played. We thought that was wonderful, because it meant she wasn't nagging us to purchase anything everytime it came around.

We got a little nervous that our gig was up a few months ago when she started watching a Dora episode that featured, "The Ice Cream Truck." After that, she even went so far as to stop calling this vehicle "The Music Truck" and to start calling it by its appropriate name. But, she hadn't made the true connection yet.

This afternoon, Elizabeth and I went to the pool and had a great time. Then, this evening, since I'm playing single mom for the week, we both went to take Lyra for a walk. Just as we were getting back to our house, the ice cream truck arrived on our street. On a whim, I asked Elizabeth if she wanted some ice cream, to which she actually agreed (which is somewhat unusual, since she usually thinks ice cream is too cold). So, we ran to get some money, then waved the van down and I bought us some treats. I ordered her the quintessential childhood ice cream treat - the push-up. She immediately fell in love with it and started licking away. So, I took the opportunity to return a phone call to David. During our conversation, I put Elizabeth on the phone to say "Happy Fathers Day" to David. No sooner had she gotten that out, then she said something to the extent of, "Daddy, did you know that if you wave at the ice cream truck, he'll give you some ice cream, and then you can push it up and LICK it!!!!"

Can someone say "busted"?

Oh well. She had to find out the truth sooner or later...