Thread: I scream you scream?

DH told me that when he was little his mother told all the kids that they wouldn't like lobster, so she wouldn't have to share.

Sounds liek something my dad would have said. But we live din the country, no ice cream trucks for us.

When we were growing up my folks didn't have money to buy ice cream from the ice cream man.. I'm not sure what the reason, perhaps they just didn't want the fight every day.. but they told us that that truck was the salad truck.. there was no fancy paintings of ice cream so we just thought they sold salad. We had plenty of salad so it never stopped at our house.. Then one day my Uncle from out of town bought all the kids Ice Cream.. oh the joy... My sister ran as fast as she could and told my dad "Look Daddy, that salad truck has ICE CREAM!" My folks wanted to shoot my Uncle....

We loved running out with a dime in hot little hands, picking out a creamsicle, then sitting on the curb with the orange sherbet running down our chins. Oh, I can taste it right now! And the lovely crafts we made with the sticks! We learned we couldn't have them every day, and we usually had to do something to earn the dime. Sometimes when our grandparents came they would give us a quarter "for ice cream" so we had our own money. I think we learned a lot, and such pleasure back on those sunny summer days.

thanks for the chuckle.