Ice cream from an ice cream truck

has no calories. 🙂

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

All day long the girls have been hearing the tell tale music from a truck. Over and over and over again. Over and over and over again.

By 7pm I figured the truck was long gone when the music got louder and louder and louder and the girls ran from the back to the front of the house.

Within seconds, Joseph was rolling up on his bike followed closely on his heels by Mishal.

Soon, all our extra quarters, dollars, nickels and pennies ($9.25 in all) were in the ice cream man’s hands.

What’s for dinner tonight? Ice cream. Now we’re all full.

But man … it was worth every bite. 🙂