Ice Cream Truck

We are enjoying the final days of summer/beginning of fall (it's hard to separate the two in Colorado since it stays so sunny all the time, despite cooler morning and evening temperatures!). A couple of Saturdays ago it was "hair cut day" (I cut Robin's and Tyson's - preferably back to back since we have to get all of the stuff out and make a hairy mess outside). Robin goes first so Tyson can watch, since he's STILL afraid of the noise the hair buzzers make and even the sound of the scissors next to his ears *sigh* After Robin I cut Ty's hair (while bribing with fruit snacks) and an hour later both boys are lookin' sharp...and are covered in hair clippings :) Since it was so nice outside we did in in the garage so we could clean up with the shopvac.

On this particular Saturday I heard the familiar sound of the "ice cream truck" coming around the corner. Tyson has NO idea what that is, especially since it often comes during nap time and we've never made an effort to point it out. Well Robin and I were feeling nostalgic, or something, and we both got all excited to buy him his first popsicle from the truck (lactose intolerance doesn't allow for ice cream sandwich type things). I ran in and grabbed my wallet and we flagged the truck down, all the while trying to explain our "hype" to Tyson. Good grief, even with inflation, no wonder my mom made me use my own money if I wanted to buy something from there! It was $3 - $4 for ONE popsicle!!!! Holy cow. Needless to say we found the cheapest item (a plain white coconut popsicle for $1 and something cents - he doesn't know the difference), and we let him go at it! Well, here is the play by play captured on film...

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"Now THIS is the life. Half naked (due to hair cut), in my police car (best $6 garage sale find of the summer!), eating my very own and very first ice cream truck purchase."

"Oh wow, this is reeeally yummy..."

"And kind of drippy. Here, want a lick?? I'll share!"

"Why is it starting to fall over off of the stick...?"

"Um...it fell off in my police car onto the ground, dad."

"I wanted to finish my popsicle! And now it's melting on the cement!"

Aaaaaand this is the point of utter heartbreak and devastation for a two year old...

It was a great idea and all, but probably not the best timing RIGHT before his nap. Or maybe we should have warned him what would happen if he didn't eat it as quickly as we were suggesting! Oh well, it was quite hilarious and we were glad that we happened to have the camera in the garage to capture the experience.