As I was warning the boys of the hot cement on their bare feet I saw what was causing all of the excitement. My husband returned with his wallet in hand. My 21 year old daughter ran out "as is" and joined in. It was a big surprise for all of us because we had not seen anything like it in the five years that we have lived here. Me, I had to grab the camera of course!
It was the Ice Cream Man!
While my grandsons were trying to make their selections their little feet were doing the hot blacktop dance. I think these folks had bought a used ice cream truck with all kinds of ice cream pictures as their selections plastered on the side of the truck but they started their business with only a few choices. Every time the kids would choose something they didn't have it. My daughter finally said; "Just tell us what you have!"
We needed ice cream like we need another hole in our head. I had just been to the store and the freezer was stocked with a variety of ice cream bars. But, how could we possibly pass up the opportunity to pay quadruple the price from a rusty and low stocked street vendor? On top of that we didn't get our first choice or even our fifth choice. We settled by golly because things like this just don't happen every day!
Is it the ice cream truck music that draws us in? Maybe it's the feelings we have from being a child ourselves that makes us chase down the ice cream truck for our grandchildren. Who knows? What I do know is that once Papa made the command to "stop him!" there was no turning back!
And, despite the glitches it was
oh so worth the sweet memory!
What's your favorite ice cream bar?