ice cream pirate.

so last night after dinner the big boy and the hubs were in the living room playing when that familiar little jingle started playing outside...  you know the one.  the one that makes all the kids stop whatever theyre doing, drop whatever theyre playing with, and ignore whoever theyre talking to...  the one that moms both love and hate depending on where they are in the dinner/bed time routine.  thats right, the ice cream man song.

luckily for us, we were done with dinner and it wasnt quite bedtime yet so the big boy got to go outside with daddy and wait for the ice cream truck to make its way through the neighborhood back to our house.  im not a huge fam of our ice cream man because of two things:  i totally judge him by his looks which are totally sketchy, and my dog who normally likes or is at least ok with everyone, hates him.  he has awkwardly long pinky nails, which i refer to solely as coke nails, he has weird little braids in his hair that go absolutely everywhere, and he wears an eye patch.  so not being too accustomed to the ice cream man, he didnt know that he would go to the furthest part of the neighborhood and make his way forward so before even making it outside, the big boy was crying for the ice cream man to come back...  silly kid.

i stayed inside while the boys got their ice cream, but i did hear a pretty fantastic story when they came back in...

the hubs tells me that as soon as the ice cream man pulled up and stuck his head out the window to say hi, my big boy immediately squinted his eye and said 'aye me matey!'  i think the ice cream man just laughed it off, but apparently my child was so excited to be in the presence of a pirate he continued to tell his daddy that the ice cream man really was a pirate and would not quit.  the hubs decided to tip him a little extra as an apology for our two year old being so blunt with observations of the ice cream man closely resembling a pirate..

and it didnt stop there, the rest of night he kept telling me that he saw a pirate, and the pirate gave him ice cream, and that he knew that the pirate had a treasure chest and he wants it... 

next weekend i am totally going to stand on the front stoop when he gets his ice cream... close enough to hear the hilarity the goes on, but far enough away that the pirate doesnt know that that kid is mine. daddy can deal with that.

of course this isnt him...  but hes kinda similar.  and hes your ice cream man.  enjoy.