The quest for the ice cream truck

The things we do for our children....

Avery has always been a passionate and sensitive boy.  I think as he gets older these qualities will transfer to something great.  As for now it might seem trivial to people who are not Avery.  Today we heard the ice cream truck and I told him we could get something if it drove by.  Finding the truck now became Avery's passion.

We were playing in the backyard at the time and we could hear the music playing... somewhere.  Avery walked to the end of the street a said he thought he saw it... nothing.  We could hear it very clearly but it was nowhere.  I thought it could be in the neighborhood across the street.  We went back to the house and got the double stroller (the kids have bare feet) and decided to head over.  We could hear it louder and yet it seemed to be getting farther away.  I RAN down a path to one of the main roads... and the music was gone.  

I told Avery we had Popsicles at home, but at this point he was ready to cry.  "We have to find the ice cream truck!!!!"  Ok, ok... The music picked up again and there we were walking down roads in the other neighborhood.  It was close to 100 degrees out and here I was pushing two 40lb kids in a double stroller.   We would hear the music then it would be gone.  Every time Avery would ask if I could hear it I would say "I don't think so, maybe, no, maybe, yes."  I was thinking that by then we had become delirious with the music stuck playing over and over in our heads.

Eventually I say to Avery. "I'm sorry but I don't think we will find it.  You can have something from home or maybe.... "  NO WAY THERE WAS THE TRUCK!!!! It's music was no longer playing but there it was!  Avery waves frantically at the ice cream man.  It was like we had just been found dieing of thirst in the desert.  The man pulls over and thank goodness I can get some ice cream.   

Avery gets this big thing shaped like Sponge Bob and Miles gets a Bomb-pop.  Finally we start to head home.  I have to tell Avery to eat his precious Sponge Bob before it melts or Miles takes a bite... and then Miles takes a bite.  Avery wanted to show his daddy and I assure him that Daddy knows what Sponge Bob looks like and that I am sure he could picture what the ice cream looks like. 

Finally home! We are right in front of the house and the $%^& ice cream truck (with music) drives by.  Of course he does.  I figure though that if we had not stopped him he probably would have just moved to another area in town.  

Between this event and then working out at the rec center I have put 10,500 steps on my pedometer... so maybe I need to chase ice cream trucks more often.