I got to share in a great childhood moment last night with Scotty. We were in the house when I heard the unmistakable tinkling of.......the ice cream truck!! I said "Scotty- the ice cream truck!" and he froze in place listening to hear the music. When he heard it his eyes lit up and he ran for the door. Of course, the door was locked and he was frantically trying to get it open calling out in a panicked voice that it is locked and to come hurry and help him. He was truly panicking and I had to laugh. We got outside and the truck was past our house going down the street so Scotty took off running! It was so cute to see him running down the sidewalk after that beloved truck. Luckily the guy turned around instead of turning the corner and we were able to get a treat. We had to walk across the street in bare feet but nobody complained because we will do anything to get to the ice cream truck! I didn't have enough $$$ for the treat he really wanted so he hastily chose some blue ice cream thing and we went happily home. We opened up his thing, got a spoon, he took a bite and......he didn't like it! But he wasn't sad or mad about it- just didn't like it. I told him that next time we'll get something different that he will like. He was happy with that. I love the ice cream truck. Growing up our mom's rarely said yes to getting a treat and it was pure torture for my me and my friends to watch it drive slowly by when we weren't allowed to get something. And pure joy when we were allowed! So, hopefully we'll hear the intoxicating song of the ice cream truck again soon and we'll run out to enjoy again another fun moment of childhood.