Ice Cream Truck

Ahh, the ice cream truck...where do I even begin?  This has become such a major event in our household, I'm glad she only comes once a week.  I don't think I could take the intensity this brings more than that!

Sam loves the ice cream truck just fine, but to Evie, this is Life.  The Sunday night visit from Miss Casey keeps her going throughout the week.  Monday morning Evie starts the countdown again to when The Ice Cream Truck will be back and she spends the week planning her order.  Once Sunday morning comes, things really ramp up.  She reminds me first thing in the morning that it's Ice Cream Truck day, and starts asking when she'll be here. 

You can tell from Ms. Casey's face in the first picture that she knows us now; she knows our names, where we live, and she knows to stop by Franklin Street, the last stop on her way out of the neighborhood, even if it's dark.  She knows a little blonde girl will be there, waiting for her.

We do this every week, stuff them full of sugar as the sun goes down (even on a school night).   Eating sprinkles in our jammies.  Yum!