who hates the ice cream truck?
I hear that horrid 'It's a small world' music being played a few streets over... as it gets louder and louder I just pray my monsters don't notice it...
it's unmistakable...
and what I am thinking that they won't notice it!?
that yellow and white truck with sugary, high fructose corn syrup injected, brain freeze giving ice cream on board...
it never fails, they notice and they remind me of that one time their daddy chased down the ice cream truck so they could buy some over priced, empty calorie snacks... I hate it!
How about some organic apple slices instead?
I am certain my blood pressure rises and I feel my heart beat go from resting to feeling as if I've just run a marathon...
The kids scramble, begging me for ice cream, they know the answer but they ask anyway...
The stupid truck stops in front of our house and waits.. waits... it seems as though he turns the music up to full blast as he sits on the road in front of our house.
The kids dumping out their piggy banks trying to convince me they have enough money for the $4 popsicle that I am certain will make their tummies hurt 1/2 way through.
No, thanks!
Ice cream man.. keep on driving!
And only because I find this super funny!
How's this for ya, Ice Cream Man!!
Muahahaha (evil laugh)
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