Dessert before Dinner

Tonight was Joshy's very first ice cream truck experience. We had all just got home when we could hear that all too familiar music through the door. Without thought, John goes running from the kitchen and grabs Joshy along the way, yelling back at me to see if I wanted something. Three minutes later, there we all sat with our ice creams. Joshy was so excited. He kept making comments about how good his was. "The white tastes just like the red!" "You like this one too?" "If we didn't stop him he would have gone to the next house?" "Why?" Ben just traveled back and forth between John and me, taking a bite of mine and then a bite of his. John got a sno-cone. Well, Joshy got a sno-cone but wanted to trade when he saw John's Bomb Pop. It's a popsicle on steroids. I don't blame him. When John shared the sno-cone, Ben would just put his mouth on it and suck all the juice out, leaving John the hard tasteless ice. He should have gone with the gumball eye popsicle. You can't go wrong with gumball eyes. It was fun to see Joshy so excited. I want him to have the same excitement at the song that we all did as kids. I remember getting ice cream almost every day during the warm months. I can't tell you how many candy cigarettes I "smoked" and Bazooka comics I read. The best part is how, even now as adults, we still race out when we hear that song. There is something magic about the ice cream man. Well, as long as you don't look at it from the "strange man in a box van selling candy to children" angle.