Its been YEARS since I’ve seen one of those ice cream trucks that drive through the neighborhoods getting peoples’ attention with the that shrill amusement park music. Yesterday, while we were hanging out in our playroom, I noticed one drive past our front window. I couldn’t believe it. I told my kids what it was and we ran for the front door. Unfortunately, it was turning the corner at the end of the street by the time that we got there. The little man started to cry and got very upset. So, I sent my husband out in the car to find the guy and bring him back to our street, while we waited on the front step. A few minutes later, he returned saying that he wouldn’t be coming back to our street. So, I got the kids in the car, and we drove off to find him. The kids were ecstatic. My daughter just kept repeating, “Ice Keem, Ice Keem” over and over, and my son’s face had a perma smile.
It was the most nostalgic thing I’ve experienced in a long time. Waiting in line, in the middle of the street, to get a cone. Once the kids had their cones, I told my hubby to drive the car home, and I would walk with them. It was super hot out, and the ice cream was already starting to melt. It was the funniest walk home. I had to hold my daughter’s hair up into a ponytail because it kept getting ice cream on it. They were giggling while trying to eat as much ice cream as they could while it melted and dripped down their faces and all over their clothes. By the time we got home, my son had a chocolate ice cream goatee, and my daughter’s blue dress, had white ice cream “stripes” all over it.
They were covered from head to toe and beyond thrilled and it was time to jump in the shower. Enjoy the pictures!