June 05, 2008
i scream, you scream
Oh, ice cream man. To me, you once were an innocent harbinger of summer. A quaint warm weather tradition. I once loved seeing you travel around the neighborhood, ringing your bell, and inspiring glee wherever you went.
But now you only seem to show up right before dinner. (And I do mean at the park, 5pm.) When blood sugar is low, and when tempers can flare. (Believe me, I know from experience.) You ring your bell incessantly, daring the parents to deny their kids your summery sweets, and in this, inciting chaos wherever you roam.
Ice cream man, I want to go to your house, and dangle luscious confections before your kids right before dinner and see how you like it.
(Here is Finn, after consuming an aptly named "chocolate ice cream bomb.")
Posted by lisa at June 5, 2008 02:35 PM
Comments
Post a comment
Thanks for signing in, . Now you can comment. (sign out)
(If you haven't left a comment here before, you may need to be approved by the site owner before your comment will appear. Until then, it won't appear on the entry. Thanks for waiting.)