In our house, right after supper, our ears are tuned to hear the ice cream truck. As soon as we hear the music tinkling, we run to the fridge to grab our money (we always keep some there), grab the girls, and run as fast as we can to wait for him.
Then, we share with our little sister.
Her outfit is so sweet...but her smile is even sweeter.
ReplyDeleteThe ice cream truck is kind of ghetto in our neighborhood so we rarely purchase from it.
stephanie@metropolitanmama.net
Isn't that smile just "melt-worthy"??
ReplyDeleteYou make me laugh...ghetto would definitely make me not want to purchase from them either! ;)