Dear Mr. Ice Cream Man.
Why must you park your truck with all its precious goodies; popsicles, frozen lemonade, novelties shaped like Spiderman, RIGHT in front of the T-ball field in the MIDDLE of their game? It makes no sense. Of all the fields to park in front of you chose the field with 4 and 5 year olds. To me, you’re not wonderful you’re just a jack-ass. All these little kids are trying to learn the game of baseball at an age that concentration on one task is a miracle. You sit there in your white truck taunting those poor children. Mid-fielders jumping up and down, pointing. Batters with their faces pressed up to the fence. It’s just unfair and cruel. If a parent buys a spectating sibling a treat while they watch the game…the sibling on the field plops their butt in the dirty crying. Better yet, the mom like me trying to contain the three-year old from running into the parking lot as he throws a full-blown temper tantrum because he doesn’t understand that he has to wait till the end of the game. Park at one of the other fields. The fields where the older kids already know the game and have grown out of the “tantrum” phase. You’re mean.
One pissed off mom