(scene opens in trashed pandemic parlor, sound of ice cream truck in the background)
Gamma: (shouting, waving a fist full of dollars) Ice cream man! Mom! Please!
Delta: (quick to join in) Mom! Ice cream man!
Me: (giving up the protracted battle) Fine. Go. Don’t run into the street.
(smalls race out of the house. Carrot sits at the table, head in hands. Five minutes of pure silence passes.)
Gamma: (burst through door) Mom! I have ice cream!
Delta: (runs to table) Gamma bought me ice cream!
Gamma: (proud and wistful) I have finally bought ice cream from the ice cream man.
Delta: (matter-of-factly) Gamma feels very grown up right now.
Me: (sighs) I can tell.