Nov 23 2011
When I grow up…
We made it a day and half into our “sugar-detox” diet when… the ice cream truck came.
Wednesdays, ice cream truck day, is a highlight of the week for Annada. But after a day and a half of no candy or ice cream? When she heard the song coming from the truck she threw her hands in the air and yelled, “Thank you God for music!” Then she ran around the playground in circles.
Playing at Meme and Pepe's house.
Tonight I was putting Annada to bed when out of the blue she said, “When I grow up I am going to drive the ice cream truck.”
“The lady that drives the truck is going to get bigger and bigger and when she is too big for the truck she will drive it to my house. I will be bigger, so I can drive. I will drive to you and you can have any popsicle you want on your birthday.”
Annada sat up and pressed her nose to mine, then whispered, “Even Tweety Bird.”
Annada laid back down. “You will get in the truck and I will shut the door. Then we will ride in the truck together. I will have a potty for you in the truck.”