The Ice Cream Truck

For a myriad of delightful causes, my not quite eleven year old is indefinitely grounded from the internet.  On occasion I will allow her to watch YouTube with my supervision, and we enjoyed such an occurrence this evening. 

As luck would have it, my daughter can sing Emo tunes like a kid from the 90's.  Naturally, it is my sworn parental duty to introduce her to the dinosaur bands as tribute. 

Halfway thru Rocks Tonic Juice Magic, this freaking Ice Cream Truck is loud as shit, and keeps interrupting the music.

Mabyl says, "That's the Ice Cream Truck!'

And I respond with:

"Yeah, and it won't shut the fuck up either, will it?"

She makes a face, and maybe twelve seconds go by.

And it dawns on me she probably wanted an ice cream, and was totally over reliving what it was like to be Mom at 17, and so I spring to life and say:

"OH NO! I didn't mean to say that!"

So I give her the three dollars in my wallet.  I tell her she is very good.  I apologize profusely, but assure her we will NOT be driving to UDF.

Its too late of course.  The Ice Cream Truck is gone.  I tell her to keep the three dollars and that sometimes Mommy doesn't understand about Ice Cream unless you say you want the Ice Cream and I'm sorry she has a Mom like that.

Does she want to listen to more Emo?

No.

....but now I do.

She laughs at me, but I wonder.