Being BLUNT

I scream. You scream.

By Tara Wilson May 23, 2013

It creeps along.

It can be heard in the distance long before I see it.

Circling.

Taunting.

Every year I know it’s coming.

Mocking me.

With its sing-song voice.

I pause.

Hoping that we will escape its reign of terror.

But no. It is not to be. It’s rounded the corner. It’s coming for us.

I try to gather the children. To shield their eyes.

But it’s too late.

They’ve made eye contact. It’s over.

They have won.

I am defeated.

Fucking ice cream truck.

Author Tara Wilson

Tara is gainfully employed by the toughest 3 female bosses she has ever had (well except for that one accounting manager who hated her). The pay sucks, but the cuddles are awesome. She drinks a lot of coffee, uses humour as a defense mechanism, and lives in fear of what lurks in her backyard. Keep Tara company on her unfortunately-named blog Don’t Lick the Deck, where she talks about her husband Nerdguy; her 10 year old and twin 8 year old girls; parenting autism and ADHD; and her inability to shop without creating disaster. She is regular contributor to Parentdish.ca who have not yet filed a restraining order.

2 Comments

The Dirty Girl 12 years ago Reply

Bahaha! They play that stupid song at a frequency that only kids can hear from a 15 km radius. Damn!
- Tara Post Author 12 years ago Reply
  
  Seriously! It’s like can openers and cats. Or when I’m trying to sneak chocolate. My family’s ears work REAL well then!