Lackadaisical Sunday

It was a typical lazy Sunday afternoon and blessedly peaceful. My oldest daughter was out with friends and not around to act out her latest teenage drama. My lazy self wanted to take that coveted Sunday afternoon nap. Then, I heard the music. Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. The ice cream truck!

I forgot about being an adult. I forgot about my Sunday afternoon nap. I grabbed my change from the top of my dresser and followed all of the other children as we lined up to order our icy treat.

I walked away feverishly licking my ice cream to keep it from melting all over my hands. The creamy orange sweetness tickled my tummy as I ingested the sticky treat.

It was just another lackadaisical Sunday afternoon until the ice cream truck came through and I became a little child again, long enough to devour my delightfully delicious, messy treat. (150 words)

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68 thoughts on “Lackadaisical Sunday

  1. Yum I used to love those ice cream treats as a child, we used to call them a “pokey hat” because if you turn the cone upside down it looks like a pointy (pokey) hat

  2. This is a perfect Sunday story, fresh and very cool. We never grow up when it comes to ice cream! πŸ™‚

  3. I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream. Thanks for bringing back some wonderful childhood summer memories. Saving up your allowance for when the ice cream truck rolled down your street.

  4. What a lovely little story, this made me smile. Regardless of rain or shine, an ice cream van will be somewhere.

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