Dad walked into the house and took a look around to see all the damage the robbers had done. He saw me with Uncle Jamie, and jogged over and reached out his arms to hold me. I turned around, reached for him, and said, "Daddy! You missed my whole story about how brave I was!" He looked at Uncle Jamie and back at me.
"Oh yeah? I'm sorry buddy." I looked at him and shrugged.
"Oh well. I guess I'll just have to tell you when we're getting ice cream." Uncle Jamie smiled at Dad. Dad looked at Uncle Jamie and mouthed something, then looked back to me.
"Oh? Who said we were going to get ice cream?"
As happy as an eight-year-old could be, I replied, "Uncle Jamie did." They grinned at each other and looked at me. I could tell there was a bit of hesitation, so I said, "Please Daddy, please?"
He smiled, and said, "Alright, alright, I give in. Where you wanna go to?"
I knew of only one place with the best ice cream. We walked into Culver's, and Dad ordered my favorite, plain vanilla with strawberries on top. We sat, and ate while I told my story for the second time of a few. But I didn't know it then. We left Culver's, and Uncle Jamie got radioed back into work.