Anyway, when Dawz and I were at the park we played on the slide and swings for a while. The park was PACKED with little ones crawling all over the place and their mommas on the side watching. We decided that it was pretty chilly (we were both in shorts while all the other moms and kids had sweaters and jackets) so we decided to go back to my apartment for some lunch. While we were walking I looked over my shoulder and saw a massive herd of kids hauling, and I mean HAULING, to the west side of the park, past the basketball courts, past the carousel, and to the road. Behind them were all the mothers SPRINTING after their children. And behind that was a completely deserted playground. And somewhere in the distance was the little song of an ice cream truck.
I looked down at Dawson as he climbed into the backseat of my car and he grabbed his rock and feather picture frame he made in preschool. He looked up at me and said, "Umm, I don't want ice cream because I already have my rainbow snow cone." And we went on our way.
We drove past the yellow ice cream truck and the line backed up to the swings.