We heard the tinkling song of the ice cream truck as it wound it's way through a couple neighborhoods near us and my kids were moping about because the ice cream truck has never ever in their lives come down our street. And then, the unimaginable happened. The music got louder and louder and closer and closer. The joyful screaming commenced and the kids bolted from the backyard, through the house and out the front door in a blur of motion as if their very lives depended on getting that ice cream truck to stop.
Mission accomplished, they sat on the front steps and ate their treats. A delicious sneak peek at the wonders summer has in store for them.