Tales from the Manse
• Apr. 9, 2008 - Varoom-Varoom Cake Truck
| There was an unmistakable sound coming from a few houses down that made my husband and three year old son bolt out the door in glee. The electronic music box of the ice cream lady heralded her entry into our neighborhood paired with the laughter and shouts of "Varoom-Varoom Cake Truck!!" "Varoom-Varoom Cake Truck!!" from Andy.
They hurried to get their shoes pulled on and the five dollars it would take to purchase ice cream bars for the four of us, and met the Ice Cream Lady in the front yard.
All of us picked our favorite ice cream treats from the colorful, and yummy-looking pictures stuck to the side of her truck. Andy and Joey both got a red, white and blue bomb pop.
It was Joey's first popcicle.
In delight we four took our prizes to the front step and enjoyed our pre-dinner feast. Joey, not wanting to sit for long, stood up on his wobbly legs and toddled down the front sidewalk in all of his eleven-month-old bravery, clutching his chilly treat in his fist and sucking on the bright red end of the popcicle. The cherry goo painted his little face in a wide grin of a circus clown, in a matter of seconds as we heard the twinkle of the Ice Cream Lady's music box slowly roll down a neighboring street.
I'm sure that Joey will join the thundering herd the next time he hears the faint twinkle of the Ice Cream Lady and her Varoom-Varoom Cake Truck turning round the corner! |
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