Once upon a time, three ‘young’ adults were sitting around watching Chopped on a Saturday afternoon when all of the sudden they heard the ice cream truck song. They searched for some money as fast as they could and ran outside quicker than you can imagine.
He was gone. We could still hear the faint song of his ice cream song playing from a few streets away.
To say we were sad is an understatement. It actually kind of hurt.
And then we heard him getting closer and I screamed ‘ICE CREAM’ so that they wouldn’t keep driving down the other street and we went into a full sprint….Charlie included.
WE CAUGHT HIM. We took our time to pick out our favorite. It was a very tough decision. Can you imagine standing in front of a van that offers at least 30 types of ice cream/popscicles…it kind of stressed me out a little bit.
I think this is the most attractive face I have ever made…..zoom into my eyes if you don’t believe me.
They did’t really like the fact that I reached in for my treat.
And I shared with Charlie (I know, I am gross) my mango/strawberry popscicle because he was so hot after a full on sprint down the street.
And they all lived happily ever after.
Especially Charlie because Jon shared with him too….
I hope you have an amazing Sunday!!!
Any fun stories to share with the class (I am going back into teacher mode)?
What are you up to today?
What kind of treat would you have picked from the ice cream truck?