I have asked, but he won't tell me why he is so blue.
I am certain the moping is because he wants us to get
a new puppy for him to play with.
While sitting on my parents back porch last night we heard the ding, ding, ding of the ice cream truck on a nearby street.
Because our own house is in the country, my children, who were outside playing at the time, didn't even react to this distinct ringing sound.
However, my husband looked at me with a glint in his eye and we both started digging for our money.
We rounded up our kids and flew to the end of the driveway to wait in anticipation for the ice cream man to come around the corner.
The little white truck inched just past my Mom and Dad's house and came to a stop. My kids caught on quickly to the task at hand and studied the many pictures of ice cream treats plastered on the side of this dented and slightly rusty vehicle.
I knew exactly what I wanted and didn't even have to glance at the weathered stickers. I shouted out my request, "A Buried Treasure, please!" To which the Ice Cream Man burst out laughing and said, "Hey you must be as old as me! They haven't had those since I was a kid."
Why did they ever stop making those rasberry sherbet like ice cream treats on a plastic stick? After you licked it all gone, you were thrilled to discover the buried treasure inside!
My husband tried to order a Screw Ball: the upside down, dixie cup cone shaped treat with the gumball in the bottom. No such luck there either. We really are old!