The coming of spring doesn't come with a furry woodland creature when you live in the city... it's the swell of "carnival" music coming up the street and the sounds of small children (and their mothers) screaming "ICE CREAM TRUCK" and running out of the house, barefoot holding a kid's piggy bank. Well, isn't that what happens at your house?
Sister Love
Enjoying our junior bomb pop and tweety bird ice cream pop.
Surprisingly, the first time we've ever had ice cream and it didn't end up all over our shirt.