I was sitting in Minnesota, in the family room, using my laptop to make a photo DVD for the in-laws when the kids came running in from the backyard yelling, "ICE CREAM! ICE CREAM!"
Me - Wha?
BB - ICE CREAM!
Me - Where?
BB - OUTSIDE!
BS - COMING DOWN THE STREET!
Me - YOU MEAN THE PINKY-DINKY MAN?!
Them - YES!
I
throw down gently place the laptop on the floor and make a mad dash for the front door. (And if you know me, you know that I rarely mad dash anywhere.)
YES! It was the Pinky-Dinky man! The boys ran down the sidewalk trying to get his attention while I
ran (right) quickly strolled behind them yelling, "DON'T GET IN THE STREET!". ('Cause the Pinky-Dinky man makes you lose all sense of responsibility when you are younger than 18.) The truck backed up and we stared glassy-eyed at the goodness that is the Pinky-Dinky man. Should I get a snowcone? A fudge bomb? Eskimo pie? Decisions, decisions.
BS got a watermelon pop, BB got a ice cream sandwich, and I got a fudge pop, no, wait, a watermelon pop, no...okay, I'll go with the watermelon.
Best of all? BS paid for it!
Score!
(What do you call the ice cream man? I've always called him the Pinky-Dinky man. I don't know why.)
BTW - The truck was playing Beethoven's Fur Elise. Gotta give 'em a little culture with their ice cream.
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Ours is Mr. Softee. We just call him the Ice Cream Dude.
ReplyDeleteAnd who knew they make sundaes fresh on the truck these days?!
My fave - the cookie ice cream sandwich thingy rolled in chocolate jimmies. WHHEEEEEE!!!
Diabetic coma, here I come!
uhm, I called him the Ice Cream Man (whether a male or female was driving). I hadn't seen one in years until I moved to the city.
ReplyDeleteice cream sandwiches....ROCK, babeee!
the Panke-Pinky-Dinky man...hehehe
We called it the Pinky Dinky too. Where are you from?
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