A song for Joel
Apr 23, 2020
4 minutes
Ruth Crockett, 52, Liverpool
As the ice-cream van sounded in the street, my youngest boy Joel, then 5, jumped up and down.
‘Can I have an ice cream, Mum?’ he pleaded.
‘OK,’ I smiled, handing him a fiver.
But when Joel walked back, he was clutching five ice creams.
‘What are you doing?’ I cried as they dripped through his fingers.
‘You gave me £5, so I got five,’ he said innocently.
‘I meant for you to get one and give me the change,’
I sighed, shaking my head.
Then, the next week, I gave him £5 for ice cream
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