The ice cream man has her number …
And she’s got my bloody purse!
HEY YOU! COME. BACK. HERE!
Our Dixie Dee ice cream man knows he has an addict on his route. Not a day goes by when he doesn’t slowly wander by (sometimes twice), with his cheerful ‘it’s a small world’ playing, luring my youngest child from any / all activities. I’m starting to HATE him and his stinking $3.50 Revello bars.
I know I am making myself sound old, but when did ice cream bars and Popsicles go from $0.25 to $3.50?
Earlier in the week, I tweeted that she’d was running down the street after the ice cream man in her panties. I managed to lure her home by hollering, “you need money, comeback you have no money”. I thought, I’d missed a great photo-op!
No such luck, this morning, as she was changing into her swimsuit. Thank god, she wasn’t stark naked! The evil ‘it’s a small world’ sounded in the house. She immediately started screaming, “the ice cream man, the ice cream man, I need money, the ice cream man”.
As I watched her run around madly looking for funds in her knickers, I thought camera, camera, camera!
I caught the tail end of her rounding the house, and through my camera lens I spotted my purse. She’s no dummy!
I lured her back to the house with the promise of ice cream in the freezer. I might just have a chat with the Dixie Dee dude about the extreme frequency, that he’s decided to market his product to my children.