Thursday, July 06, 2006

Waaaaaaiiiitttttt!

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.

3 comments:

  1. Ours is Mr. Softee. We just call him the Ice Cream Dude.

    And 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!

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  2. Kelli in OKC8:16 AM

    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.

    ice cream sandwiches....ROCK, babeee!

    the Panke-Pinky-Dinky man...hehehe

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  3. Anonymous10:03 PM

    We called it the Pinky Dinky too. Where are you from?

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