The end of summer was right around the corner (it was September 11th) and we had yet to have ice cream from an ice cream truck. A rite of passage for summer - right? Well ... I think it is.
So, as soon as we heard the ice cream truck rounding the corner I scooted the girls outside to try to flag him down. At first he didn't see us and went on down the street. But we were persistent! The girls stayed on the steps waving their arms frantically until he could see that - yes! we were interested in purchasing icy delights. Happily he returned and Dave took them down to pick out their treat.
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