We (and when I say “we” I mean the boys) hope the Ice Cream Man (which I think is actually a woman) will come down our street every day. Sometimes when we are playing outside, we will hear it’s tune lofting through the air—a distant tease. But, much to our dismay we see no colorful truck driving down our street, and soon the tune fades away. Well, on Friday the boys were outside playing with Daddy and the elusive Ice Cream Truck came cruising down our street. I hear Sean say, “Quick Colt, wave down the truck so it will stop, I’ll go get money.” So off go Colton and Rylan running down the street yelling “S-T-O-P!!” By that time I was in the front yard and I call out to them to come back to the front of the house and the ice cream man can drive down to us. “That way he will know that there are kids at this house next time he comes driving by,” Sean explains as he comes out of the house carrying his huge coin collection. Needless to say the boys were thrilled with there frozen treats. The next day another ice cream truck came down our street while we were playing outside, and we splurged again. Colton thought it was the best weekend ever!
-Margaret D. Nadauld