During the Summer, we spend any nice evenings (read: not raining) out in our backyard. I like to log in some hammock time and the kids enjoy the swingset and sandbox and just running around like fools.
On Wednesday, I was enjoying the hammock when I heard the distinct tinkle of the ICE CREAM TRUCK! I haven't seen or been around an ice cream truck for years...So, I kept listening... Hoping it would get closer to us and perhaps even drive up our main street. (we live off the main drive in a cul-de-sac).
I kept listening and watching.... Then, I SAW the truck going up the main street. I ran out back and yelled at the Evil Twin "OMGosh, it's the Ice Cream Man!!!" And, realizing that he was going up the hill and would eventually have to come back down the hill, I knew we hadn't missed our window of opportunity.
The Evil Twin told me to get him some money. I ran back to my cash stash and then knocked on Buddy's door.
"The Ice Cream Truck is coming!! Here's some money!".
He snatched that $20 out of my hand like lightening and went to find his dad and sister.
Then, they went down the road to await the truck's return.
This was the first ice cream truck experience for my kids! I was more excited than them, I think!
He finally made it back to our location and I asked him when we could expect him next.
He said he made this route on Wednesdays, around 6 to 7 pm.
But, next week, it will be a different driver, as he is going on vacation, but will be back the following Wednesday.
I guarantee we will be waiting for him. :-)
There is just nothing that says "Summer" quite like the Ice Cream Truck.
As a child, I looked forward to it almost every evening. Such a special thrill.
And my kids are no dummies, they knew when they heard the words "ice cream", they wanted in on that action!
No pics this time - we were too busy losing our minds at catching the truck. But, I WILL get pictures of our Mr. Ice Cream Man (who happens to be a very friendly younger guy with tattoos).
I was wearing one of my shirts with few buttons and I caught him giving me the "titty talking", so I'm fairly sure he'll be sure to not miss our street in the future.
Hey, whatever works, ya know?
As long as my children get their ice cream.