But if you've been to Hong Kong you'll be aware of
the little ice cream trucks that seem like the holy grail when you're hot, sweaty and in need of something cool and tasty.
Not exact matches
Today I still get that
little charge of energy when I hear the
ice cream truck dinging by.
I LOVED the
ice cream truck when I was
little!
At - home motherhood may include those things, but often is also a «scream through the park» (if toys get taken or sand gets into
little eyes), a «whine through the park» (if the
ice cream truck shows up and mom doesn't want to buy), or a «collapse in the park» (from the exhaustion of trying to keep up with small children all day)!
I remember falling in love with them at street fairs as a
little girl and hoping that the
ice cream man would still have some left in his
truck after making the rounds through my neighborhood.
Little kids dressed like chimney sweeps run by with
ice cream smeared on their faces, delivered to them from a Rolls - Royce dairy
truck.