MY DAUGHTER KEPT GETTING FREE ICE CREAM FROM THE SAME TRUCK — THEN THE DRIVER HANDED HER A NOTE AND SAID, “MAKE SURE YOUR MOM READS THIS.”

“The man gave it to me.”

I assumed he was just being nice.

There were always a bunch of neighborhood kids around the truck, and maybe he’d had an extra one or something.

Then it happened again.

And again.

By the fourth time, I asked Ellie why this guy kept giving her free ice cream.

She shrugged.

“He says strawberry was your favorite too.”

I stopped what I was doing.

“My favorite?”