Two or three years ago the ice cream man drove by and we missed him. He has not returned since...until a few days ago! I was trying a new recipe and dinner was almost ready when we hear the magical tinkling sound of his truck coming down the street. Throwing caution into the wind, I sent the kids out to flag him down and I ran for their piggy bank (really a bottle full of change that ends up spread across the house once a week).
Outside the kids stood next to the truck, mouths watering, eyes popping with excitement at the pictures of ice cream treats they had never dreamed existed.
As for me, the truck and treats and song could have driven right out of my childhood memories. The prices, on the other hand...let's just say had I known what they were I would have brought bills instead of change. I am glad for the spontaneous fun and I will not be mad if the truck continues to come by once every two or three years:)
