Yesterday we were playing at the park when the noisy truck came by. You know. The truck that plays tinny music and sells concoctions only a child could love. (Yes, we got away with calling it the noisy truck for many moons…) Akiva asked and we said yes. He ordered a popsicle in the shape of a Bratz doll. I don’t know that he has ever seen the show. Certainly not under my roof. (Is it a show? Or just a toy? Is anything just a toy anymore?) He was swayed by the picture of three cute girls on the packaging. He was eating it and playing with some neighborhood kids he didn’t know well, when one of them started teasing him and saying he was a girl because he had a girl ice cream.
Give me an ever-lovin’ break. Seriously.