The Ice Cream Maaannnnn!!!

Strawberry Shortcake Ice Cream

So the ice cream man comes ding, ding, dinging around the corner a few hours ago and I reverted back to 6 years old again!  STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You should have seen me.  It was the saddest thing EVER, but I was going to get that ice cream even if my shoes fell off my feet.  You know how you have to throw on your shoes at the last second?  There’s a rush of adrenaline going to get out the door before he leaves you in the dust.

And it’s been so long since I had ice cream from an ice cream truck, that I guess I didn’t realize prices would have gone up since the 1800’s.  I mean, why would I realize pricing applied to ice cream trucks, too?  Kids shouldn’t have to suffer!

So, if you have nothing else to do today, listen for ice cream bells (the ones on the street—not in your head), have your running shoes ready, and don’t forget your ‘green backs.’  (For those of you that don’t speak thug—that’s money, dollars, whatever.)  Dart out the door and be 6 years old again, if only for a moment.  Livin’ life, baby!

Take-Away Life Lesson:  The ice cream man doesn’t wait around long for anyone.  He doesn’t care.  If you’re not out the door within two seconds of those first couple of dings, you’ll probably miss your shot.