Imagine my life. 2 kids, 5 and 6. On picking up from school, Frank, who is not really Frank but Milo, is parked up servicing loads of kids outside school with tasty overpriced ice creams. 25 minutes later, he is also outside, bang outside, my front door, servicing all the kids on my street.
Now, either my life is one long "I WANT AN ICE CREAM!" or I step on it. I stepped on it. I say, sometimes, "no, not even when you ask again 25 minutes later", or "Maybe when we get home, IF you walk nicely!" ( and sometimes, for this, Frank, I LOVE you, this bribe works. It's a LONG walk, 2.5 miles), and sometimes, I say, "heck, it's Friday, it's never really sunny that much, have two!".
Point is, it's his living. No, it's not that healthy, but hey, they have healthy breakfasts, lunches and teas, and it's not every night. Kids need to learn "no" and Frank provides me with that opportunity. Plus, he's better than the "not Frank" of evil Blue van round our way, whose ice creams are vile.
It's Summer. Live with it.
And they can play their tinkles for longer now, too!