The other night Dave was out in the front getting ready to mow the lawn. The boys were with him and I was inside feeding Logan. All of a sudden Trevor runs in yelling, "Mom! You have to come see, it's a real ice cream truck!" He was way excited so I went out and saw it parked in front of the house, Dave and Colin looking at the different selections. Trevor came back in and got Dave's wallet and I went out to capture their first ice cream purchased from the ice cream man in a real ice cream truck. I remember when we were younger and playing outside in the summer we'd hear that familiar song jingling through the streets. We'd all run in the house to find change. Sometimes we'd have to run after the truck to flag it down as it drove past the house, but once it stopped it seemed like all of the kids in the neighborhood would be there, waiting to get a cool treat. Sometimes my dad would be outside on a Saturday and run in the house, grabbing the change jar telling us to come out and pick a teat. That truck used to come around all of the time. Is it sad that this is my 5 year old's first ice cream truck experience and that it happened on the last day of September instead of the middle of summer? Hmmmmm....my favorite thing to get was a Strawberry Shortcake. The vanilla ice cream with strawberry in the middle, the crumbly coating on the outside. Those were so good.