Attack of the Frozen Mess-Maker

Today I experienced fear - fleeting of course - but fear none-the-less.  So what happened? Did I forget to wear my cape? Did I skip my super-powered coffee before the morning cartoons?   No, nothing so severe, yet still a serious matter. I was at the local lake attempting to keep mud, wet grass, and assorted dirt bits off the towels, when off in the distance I heard....

... The Ice Cream Truck.

Immediately I  tried to distract the kids and encouraged my sister to do the same... Quick! Get them back to the water!  Run away!  Let's sing Ring a Round the Rosie as loud as humanly possible!  But before I was able to craft ear-muffs out of balled up t-shirts, the blaring sound of Pop Goes the Weasle echoed through the trees, amplified across the water, and most likely traveled to the next state.  Kids everywhere began wandering towards the the sound like zombified munchkins - their mouths watering for artificial coloring and gooey toxic waste. The Pied Piper of Hamlin would have been proud.

Ten minutes later everything within twenty feet of me was a sticky mess. The muddy beach towel was now a collection of melted globs of bright green Ninja Turtle and Rainbow Push-up puddles.  The kids had matted pink hair, blue striped bellies, and sugar crazed eyes. The insanity was in full swing. Not to mention, every mom on the beach just lost her coffee money stash to the Ice Cream Truck monster.

All this to say, beware, Moms with Capes. Hide your children and your wallets. It's summer time and no place is safe from the annoying and relentless beast on wheels. Unless of course you plan on surrendering, adding some more "muscle" to your waist-line, and enjoying a frozen Strawberry Shortcake (which sounds pretty good - I can't be a super hero all the time). Just be sure to pack the wet-naps.