Every Sunday the ice cream man (or ladyin our case) drives through our neighborhood, right after we get home from church playing "popeye the sailor man" as loud as can be. EVERY SUNDAY!!! A bunch of the neighborhood kids run out and get ice cream. Our kids know that we won't be getting any (before you feel too bad, realize that we often have ice cream in our freezer), but they always run out and watch longingly at the truck. One time Taylor even asked if they could come on a different day "because we don't buy ice cream on Sunday". But, unfortunately, the lady said "no". So here's a pic of those poor Starkey kids who's crazy religious parents make them keep the sabbath day holy!! :>
5 comments:
Katie's dress is adorable, the expressions are priceless and the principle you're instilling in the kiddos is right on. Think of the bright side, now they will have something to tell Oprah!
i love it! maybe i'll show it to my kids who think they're the only ones in the whole world who have to be miserable on sunday.
Oh, that is so funny and so sad at the same time. I love Katie's face in that one. I can't believe that they keep watching week after week. I'd run up and close my door to avoid thinking about it! :)
hey - maybe you can turn it into a family tradition to do something silly/fun every time you hear the ice cream truck... but I'm kinda blanking on what that fun thing would be...
Poor, poor Starkey children... the faces say it all! It reminds me of a talk given by Glen Pace at conference years ago, as their neighbors left with their ski boat on Sunday his kids turned to him and said, "but they're not really having fun, right dad?" :)
Two thumbs up to Taylor for asking the lady to come another day too. Yay! Taylor!
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