Oh, those crazy crazy boys. Making plans to hop onto the back of the soon-to-be-passing-by ice cream truck. They sat on the curb, watching as it rounded the corner a block down.

“Okay, this is it!” one kid shouted.

“You Only Live Once!” the second kid, the younger brother yelled in response.

Tra-la-la-Ding-ding-Ring-a-ling went the megaphone stationed at the top of the moving freezer. Up ahead, the driver saw a group of kids standing on the curb, waving to him. He stopped, smiled, and asked each and every kid what his or her preference was. Including the two crazy crazy boys. One chose a Bomb Pop, the other grabbed a flavored Snow Cone.

As the ice cream man waved and slowly pulled away, those two not-so-silly boys climbed onto the rear bumper, grabbing hold of a protruding metal bar. The rest of the well-behaved kids just watched, in awe of the bravery they were witnessing. Until, well, when the truck rounded the next corner, the brothers fell off, scratching arms and legs. Battering heads and faces.

While those crazy crazy boys spent the evening in the emergency room, the other kids were given a second helping of oh-so-yummy ice cream.