The Elusive Ice Cream Man

Ever since this post, YiaYia has been on me about why I didn't buy her grandchildren ice cream, and how could I just let them stare at the neighbor kids getting ice cream and not give the girls anything. But it was right before dinner, I protested. So, why didn't you buy it and keep it in the freezer until dessert?. Frankly, it never occurred to me (stupid ice cream truck).

Yiayia promised my poor neglected children that while she was visiting she would buy them ice cream anytime they heard the truck in our neighborhood. That was a week ago and nearly everyday since then when we've heard the gentle peels of the ice cream truck's song, the house goes into a frenzy. The girls jump up and race to the front door, YiaYia runs to get her wallet, only to reach the edge of our front lawn and see the ice cream truck disappearing around the corner going too fast to see us and never looking back.

Finally, tonight we caught up with him. Actually, the same thing happened again but some neighborhood preteens on their bikes offered to chase after him and tell him to double back around.
Luca was visiting and we did so want him to experience one of the summertime joys of the suburbs, ice cream delivered to your door.

The girls' first choice was some kind of SpongeBob popsicle, but they were denied. A traditional ice cream sandwich was an acceptable second choice.

Zoe did a spontaneous victory dance lost in the pure joy of the moment.

Yiayia did not hesitate to give him a piece of her mind about how every time we saw him he was tearing around the corner, driving too fast to notice us and never looking back.

And they ate the whole thing, with a few stolen Daddy bites. Sticky and covered in chocolate we made them go snuggle up to Yiayia so she could see what she had done.

I think she looks pretty pleased with herself.