The children call him Mr. Dan. Mr. Dan is our neighborhood ice cream man. When I hear the infamous ice cream truck jingle coming through the neighborhood I know it's Mr. Dan armed with an endless supply of frozen treats. You can hear his truck as it turns onto the street and within a matter of seconds children come out of nowhere.
As soon as Mr. Dan stops his fire engine red ice cream truck a crowd gathers around. On some days I even slip out and gather around Mr. Dan's ice cream truck with the children. On the outside of his truck displays a yummy selection of treats. Bomb pops, fudge bars, ice cream sandwiches, sundae crunch, big dipper, double lemon chill, and even the favorite push up that I loved as a kid are some of our choices.
As I sit here writing about ice cream, I can't help but wish that Mr. Dan would make his appearance. I would love to have one of those delicious, chocolatey fudgsicles right about now.