My Sweet and Twisted Life

“Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.” ~Albert Einstein

Friday, March 24, 2006

Like mother, like daughter...

So I noticed that I started the last three posts with "ok", so I am not doing that this time. LOL!

I started early loving the ice cream truck (I called it the Goody Bus). Ice cream flows through my veins. As it does with the rest of my family on my father's side. We always have ice cream in the icebox (yes it is called an icebox, not the fridge). Anyways, I could hear the goody bus miles away and would run to my mom or dad and beg for 2 quarters (yes, I'm old, it was only 50 cents back then) so I would be ready when it showed up. Sometimes, ok most of the time, I would end up misplacing (losing) the money and would have to beg for more. My mom would sometimes tell me "we have ice cream in the icebox". Are you kidding? It's definitely not the same.

So am I surprised that my lil'babs is this way?
Tonight, just after dinner lil'babs comes running in to the office hysterical that the ice cram truck just past our house and that she really needs some from him. She literally has tears rolling down her cheek , afraid that I'll tell her no. How was I suppose to tell her that we already have ice cream in the icebox? I even know it's not the same, how could I expect her to settle for it? So, I tell her to run grab some shoes and I'll grab mine. We ran out the door to the car. Yes, I was going to chase down the ice cream truck for my little girl!! We went 4 blocks south. Nothing. We went back to go north past the house. I told her not to be disappointed if we can't find him. We pulled up to an intersection and there he was two blocks to the west. YES! We chased him down and I flashed my brights at him (this was at dusk and probably 55 degrees outside). He pulls over. I am not even in Park yet and my daughter has her door flung open. She is there explaining to the driver how we have been looking for him...her door is still wide open. I shell out $2.75 for a chocolate shortcake and a chocolate dip cone, both Blue Bell...yum! And yes, it is different than what I have in the ice box, it is always better from the goody bus!!

The funny thing is...for the past year if you ask lil'babs what she wants to be when she grows up? She'll tell you an ice cream truck driver...no joke!

1 Comments:

At 9:01 PM, Blogger Liz said...

How how cute. And you will forever be the cool mommy who chased down the ice cream truck. That is what I aspire to be.

 

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