alright, so i lied to my kid about the ice cream man. i didn't think it would work again this year, but this spring i held my breath as the first ding-ding man of the season rounded the corner. E breaks out into this hilarious crazy dance shouting "the ding-ding man's coming! the ding-ding man's coming!"
that's right, he has no idea there is ice cream inside that van. lucky for me, the ghetto-looking kansas city ice cream vans look nothing like what's fantasized about in all the kiddie books.
i'm not a huge fan of the ding-di... uh, ice cream man anyway. i mean, it was just a few years ago he ran over our mail box. preying on sugar-crazed children and hungry parents mowing the lawn with their overpriced thawed-and-refrozen treats in the shape of spongebob. he did buy a couple bikes from our garage sale one year, but had to ask for a receipt so his boss wouldn't think he stole them again. really. i can't make this stuff up.
but the last time the ding-ding man came by he went too far. he stopped and sat and wouldn't budge as E was doing his ding-ding dance. we weren't making any motion as if we were searching for change or anything. in fact, i was doing my best to glare and make "get-moving" gestures. i could see the look on E's face change as he started to look at all the small pictures covering the truck. i did my best to distract him but i fear it may have been too little too late. finally the truck mosied on down the road and E didn't say a peep about the colorful pictures of clown-shaped ice cream. i think we squeaked by one more time!
This is so funny... lol
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