You can’t catch me I’m the ice cream van!

you can't catch me I'm the ice cream van

Run, run, as fast as you can, you can’t catch me I’m the ice cream van!

Since E started pre-school we’ve been doing less in the afternoons as he often says that he’s tired. The thing is that I’ve started wondering if ‘I’m tired’ can actually be translated as ‘I can’t be bothered to go outside I’d rather play on the ipad.’

So, this afternoon when he uttered the same phrase I didn’t fall for it.

‘We’re going outside, now go to the toilet.’ Sometimes I can’t face the battle of trying to make him use the loo, but inevitably when I don’t we end up running back five minutes later when he suddenly decides he’s desperate.

The ground was dry outside however wellies are by far the quickest shoes to get on so he slipped his feet into them, I zipped up his coat and we were off.

I’ve mentioned before that walks with my son don’t involve much actual walking so it’s better to think of it as an exploration or a challenge to find something. Today’s mission involved hunting for Halloween decorations on people’s houses. My only reluctance was that E has recently been having nightmares (I’ll discuss this in an upcoming blog post) so I hoped that the scary witches and ghosts we spotted wouldn’t exacerbate the problem further.

Thankfully they didn’t bother him but it didn’t take him long to get bored. As we turned the corner we saw his favourite vehicle coming towards us – the ice cream van!

With the sun shining and the fact that he’d had his hot dinner at lunch time at pre-school I decided to live in the moment. ‘Shall we try and catch it and buy one?’ I didn’t even wait for an answer; I grabbed his hand and we began legging it home to grab some cash.

The next few minutes were eventful to say the least. He fell twice and on the second time I picked him up and ran with him in my arms (not that easy considering he’s nearly four). ‘It’s going to go!’ he shrieked and started bawling crying. Oh god this could end horribly; I wonder if I have a back up block of vanilla in the freezer.

I burst into the house, grabbed my wallet and we ran back down the road to where it was parked. Except it wasn’t parked anymore, it was leaving. We both started screaming and waving our arms in the air and generally causing such a commotion that he couldn’t help but notice us. Thankfully he pulled in and I could breathe again.

I asked him what he wanted and he replied ‘something with a chocolate thing in it’ so I selected a ‘99. It didn’t cost me 99 – just saying.  The walk back to the house was much less frantic and we decided to sit in the garden; partly to make the most of the weather, partly because I didn’t want ice cream dripping all over the couch.

The last time we bought him a ’99 it took him an hour to eat it, one little lick at a time. This time it didn’t last ten minutes. He was so delighted with himself after taking the final bite he was bouncing around the garden, either that or it was just the effects of all that sugar 😉

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