A few weeks ago when we were at the beach, the ice cream van rocked up.
Playing its ice cream music melody, LOUDLY, from the car park, like a good 300 metres away… from across the water, across the sand.
We watched it eagerly for about 15 seconds, before deciding, to hell with it.
It was close to dinnertime… but we wanted ice cream!
Baby girl and I started heading over to our bags to grab some money and hail the driver down.
We hadn’t even reached dry sand… we were still in shallow waters, when we saw the van reverse…
And then drive off.
He had been there all of 2 minutes! Give people a chance to walk over! Geez!
My ice cream van desire had been ignited. It was well and truly, LIT.
Well, fast forward to today. Today after school to be precise. We had a little catch-up, a little playdate with baby girl and her friend (because they don’t see each other enough at school), and situated on the side of the park we visited, was a van.
The ice cream van!
Well guess what we did?
You know which one mine is? The choc nut. There is nothing better than vanilla ice cream dipped in chocolate, then having nuts sprinkled all over it…. YUM YUM YUM.
And I’m pretty sure this is the same ice cream van that ran away from us the other day…
We caught up to you, didn’t we?