Damn You Ice Cream Man!

Today we hit 93 degrees. Yesterday it was 90. Yesterday the ice cream truck came around the neighborhood and we missed it. So, today word had spread amongst the neighborhood kids that the ice cream man is making his rounds. And seeing the ice cream man means two things....1) it's officially summer and 2) school is almost over.

Kevin and Sam waited for the ice cream man to show up for 2 1/2 hours. They waited with the little boy who lives down the street, who kept telling the boys that the ice cream man comes at 7 pm any time it's over 80 degrees. Well....he didn't show up today. Not at 7 pm, not at 6 pm, and not at 5 pm. Even with the kids shouting for him and waiting patiently, he never showed. The kids who had lined up on the street corner with their handful of quarters all went home near sundown very disappointed children. No ice cream truck today.

It would have been nice, as I admit, I also walked down the block with a handful of quarters to buy a Jolly Rancher popsicle. ( Quite arguably one of the best popsicle creations on the planet.) Not today.

Damn you Ice Cream Man!

Bubbles Taste Like Ice Cream

Today after a long tedious day making out with Excel Spreadsheets and formulas all day, I picked up my littlest caveman at daycare. I had to wait in the foyer so that my Mother's Day surprise wouldn't be ruined. My little man comes running up to me from the backyard of daycare and bounds over to me. He says "MOM! I ate 18 bubbles! They taste like ice-cream!".

Hmmmmm....I'm thinking they probably taste more like soap, but ok, I'll believe him. I don't believe I've ever bought Bubble Flavored Ice Cream. Mostly Vanilla or Chocolate, but maybe to him Ice Cream does taste like bubbles. Maybe that could be why he doesn't eat ice cream anymore. He likes popsicles, but not ice cream.

Since we are on the topic of Ice Cream....tonight my little darlings shouted "ICE CREAM TRUCK!!!!" They each grabbed $1.50 out of their piggy banks and dashed out the door like flashes of lightening. I wonder if they'd move that fast if the house was on fire?

Nothing gets in the way of going to the Ice Cream Truck. I ran to the door to see what they were getting. As I looked out the door, I see my two darlings on their bicycles turning the corner at the end of the block and headed off to chase an ice cream truck down the busy street.

Instant Mom heart attack! I took a step back and reminded myself to breath.I grabbed 2 shoes (I'm not even sure they matched, but at least they were both mine), grabbed my van keys, and got in my van & drove after them. I found them 3 blocks away from my house. Man they are fast on those bicycles! When demanding them to turn their little butts around and get home, they both looked at me as if I was speaking Greek.

"But Mom, we can hear the ice cream truck. We need popsicles from the ice cream truck". I explained that there are 2 boxes of popsicles in our freezer that were just as good. "Whoa, hold the phone! There is no popsicle better than the ones on that ice cream truck." My 2 little sad faces turned about face and slowly rode their bikes home like they'd just received the worst news in their little lives.

I'm wondering... Do they have bubble flavored popsicles per chance on that truck?