Braeden, my Dad (Pop Pop) and I were outside playing this morning since it is a gorgeous day. Sunshine, 70 degrees…a blue sky day.
When to our surprise we started hearing music playing. A very distinct music. Ice cream truck music. It was doing rounds in Brennan Estates and Clear Creek, which are the developments behind my parent’s house. Braeden, with his sonar ears, picked up the sound instantly. He began racing around the backyard, trying to follow the sound. He would run fast, stop, stoop down, put his arms out in front of him (much like he were a catcher in a little league game) and say “Listen! Do you hear it?”
This went on for about five minutes. The sound stopped. Braeden’s little shoulders fell. The search for the music was over.
But moments later, the wonderful sound of the ice cream truck could be heard faintly in the distance. So I did what any mom would do. I ran inside, put on some flip-flops, bypassed the mirror since I knew the mess of a condition I was in without looking, grabbed my keys and my wallet, and ran back outside. Braeden was there, posed in his catcher-like position, sonar ears alert.
“Braeden come on hurry, let’s go find this ice cream truck.”
His arms shot up into the air, his smile reached from sonar ear to sonar ear and he said “Yessssss!”
The hunt began.
Braeden has never seen an ice cream truck. All he knew was that he liked the mysterious music and I mentioned something about ice cream. So we were off to chase down the ice cream truck.
We went up and down streets in the developments. Windows down. Sonar ears cupped. Do you hear it? No. No. Minutes were passing and we knew we didn’t have much more time. We almost admitted defeat as we were leaving the last street of the loop and then there it was. Down at the stop sign, ready to leave the neighborhood was the ice cream truck.
I didn’t even pull over. I just turned the engine off, unbuckled Braeden and flew out of that Jeep like you would not believe. We ran up to the ice cream truck window where a plethora of choices await you.
Some kids would take eons to make a decision. Not my kid. He knew what he wanted immediately. I watched his eyes wander around the chart until they stopped on the “Chips Galore.” The choice didn’t surprise me. Brae loves ice cream and chocolate chip cookies. (I don’t know where he gets his sweet tooth). For those of you who don’t know what a “Chips Galore” is, it’s vanilla ice cream sandwiched between two chocolate chip cookies with mini chocolate chips all around the side. Delicious to eat as I would soon hear from my boy.
We bought the ice cream. Got back into the Jeep and drove back to my parents house. Braeden won’t eat ice cream without a bowl, so we found a bowl and sat down outside in the sun. Braeden enjoyed his treasure.
The trip was well worth it.
