we avoided the ice cream truck for the first years of naomi’s life by claiming the sound she heard must be the church bells. that seems wrong now.
i get excited about the ice cream truck myself…remembering the chicago asphalt…the tar that was used to fill in the cracks…we’d dig it up and play with it like play-doh. i remember my mom telling us not to get ice cream from a certain truck…the man in that truck had a camera and wanted to take our pictures. yuck.
so, i hoped this guy didn’t have a camera, called out, i hear the church bells and i have money! the kids RAN out both doors of the house, met in the front yard and waved the truck down.
ah, more of this to come….i told them to save their money.