A few nights last week we could hear the ice cream truck on the street behind us. Tonight when Luke heard it he ran for his money and Michael. Michael ran for his change jar. They waited and waited. No ice cream truck. I told Renee to jump in the truck and we would find the darn ice cream truck. Off we went with the boys grinning from ear to ear standing in the driveway. We drove to the place we heard it last. No truck. Heading to the main road we stopped and asked a man out walking his cute little girls. He told us that he thought the truck had turned left. At the stop sign we were about ready to turn left and what do you know, the truck was coming
straight at us. Both of us are acting like crazy women, waving and yelling. She slowed down and we pulled out, maybe squealing the tires just a little bit. She must have thought we were nuts. But she pulled in the pizza joint and we headed her off. I think she thought we were nuts for sure this time. Anyway, she followed us back to our house with the music playing. The boys were so excited. I got a thumbs up from Michael when we pulled in and he saw the ice cream truck behind us.
Now everybody was happy. And the ice cream lady promised she would be back the next time she was out...hopefully it won't be for a few more days to give
Michael time to earn his $2.50. Yea...ice cream $2.50 a pop. Michel better save his pennies because it is his treat next time. Thanks Ms. Renee for the ice cream. By the time Michael made it to the top of the driveway, he was a melted mess. Just about the
minute he was turning to go inside, he lost 3/4 of his ice cream. I thought the world was going to end. But much to my surprise he
just turned and went in the house talking to Luke about something. Next time, I think he will go straight to the AC.
A few nights last week we could hear the ice cream truck on the street behind us. Tonight when Luke heard it he ran for his money and Michael. Michael ran for his change jar. They waited and waited. No ice cream truck. I told Renee to jump in the truck and we would find the darn ice cream truck. Off we went with the boys grinning from ear to ear standing in the driveway. We drove to the place we heard it last. No truck. Heading to the main road we stopped and asked a man out walking his cute little girls. He told us that he thought the truck had turned left. At the stop sign we were about ready to turn left and what do you know, the truck was coming straight at us. Both of us are acting like crazy women, waving and yelling. She slowed down and we pulled out, maybe squealing the tires just a little bit. She must have thought we were nuts. But she pulled in the pizza joint and we headed her off. I think she thought we were nuts for sure this time. Anyway, she followed us back to our house with the music playing. The boys were so excited. I got a thumbs up from Michael when we pulled in and he saw the ice cream truck behind us.
Now everybody was happy. And the ice cream lady promised she would be back the next time she was out...hopefully it won't be for a few more days to give Michael time to earn his $2.50. Yea...ice cream $2.50 a pop. Michel better save his pennies because it is his treat next time. Thanks Ms. Renee for the ice cream. By the time Michael made it to the top of the driveway, he was a melted mess. Just about the minute he was turning to go inside, he lost 3/4 of his ice cream. I thought the world was going to end. But much to my surprise he just turned and went in the house talking to Luke about something. Next time, I think he will go straight to the AC.
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