Thursday, August 14, 2014

The Nice Cream Man

"I wonder where the ice cream man is? I don't know that I've seen him all summer!" I said, missing ice cream delivery, even though I used to resent his dependability because it would signal the beginning of frantic negotiating from the kids.

"Good point. Where is that guy? No ice cream man would take the summer off, we must have lost him." Big Kid replied.

"I bet it was a code enforcement thing. Bummer."

In my city, it's always a code enforcement thing.

"He's reading to kids this summer." little kid answered from across the room, barely looking up from what he was doing.

"He's reading to kids?"

"In another country. As, like, a nice thing. He's a nice guy."

"How do you know these things? From buying ice cream?"

"Yeah. We talk."

I didn't really even think to move beyond the transactional portion of the relationship. Now I'm super curious to get to know our ice cream man who sounds far more interesting than I previously imagined.

I also really would like someone to bring me some ice cream again.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Is it crappy of me to admit that I've never really wanted children but I'd like to take yours off your hands, lol.