For fun, today we went to the beach. Clearly, Tom hated the beach, as every time a wave broke, he squealed and ran back to us. We went to get ice cream, the heat was unbearable, so the line was more of a push and shove queue. When we got to the end of the line, all the ice cream had been used. We all moaned and grumbled, muttering to ourselves about how this was all a rip off. We barely swam, as Tom didn’t want us in the water, 3 years old and already a worry wart, seriously. All in good time though, as the ice cream truck arrived half an hour later.