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This afternoon, Noah heard the familiar jingle (I swear that kid has dog ears) and we all ran outside and waited until the rest of us could hear it too. It was unmistakable... the Mister Softee jingle.
We stood on the side street and Zoe began jumping up and down flagging him down.
He stopped.
We ordered.
We ate.
All's good.
We love you, Mister Softee! Come back tomorrow, please.
**Note: Fifteen minutes later, Ghetto Man came rolling through. HA!! IN. YOUR. FACE. GHETTO MAN!
