Throughout the entire summer we have heard the distinct sound of the ice cream truck jingling by. Noah routinely runs to the window or down the driveway to watch it drive by. In all that time however I do not think he ever wondered what the purpose of the ice cream truck actually was. Last night when we heard the truck Mike suggested we go over and get something. So we all took off down the driveway and as we got closer Noah just stood there looking stoically at the man in the side window.
He was completely speechless. I asked him what he wanted and he just stood there as if I was speaking a foreign language. It was actually hilarious because we could tell he was trying so hard to figure out what this all meant. You mean the truck brings ice cream to your house? And then you can eat it right there? His mind was boggled.
I picked out a SpongeBob pop because I knew he would recognize the character. I thought Noah was finally adjusting to the whole ice cream truck thing until the driver piped in. "You better hurry up and eat that before he (SpongeBob) eats you." Wow. I don't suppose there's any sort of formal training for his position is there?
As it turns out SpongeBob was made from fruit punch and cotton candy sherbet. It actually tasted worse than you can imagine so Noah ended up eating most of my Chipwich instead. Now those are good!
