Who doesn't love ice cream and here in Arizona it is actually warm enough to enjoy it. The story starts with Ellie "taking money" from Grandpa's truck, with his permission of course, on Monday. It was her idea that she would spend the money on an ice cream when the ice cream truck came by. Well, Tuesday went by and Wednesday went by and no ice cream truck. I swear I hear that thing everyday and shutter because the girls always beg me for and ice cream but now that we actually want it to come, nothing. Thursday went by and Friday went by, still no ice cream truck and Ellie hasn't forgotten. Finally, yesterday I heard the music from that truck in the distance. I told Michael to get in his car and chase that thing down so that we can satisfy Ellie and we won't have to hear about it every waking hour of the day. He did and the truck came rolling by blaring it's song "When the Saints Come Marching In". I've never seen her so excited, not even when we drive up to Disneyland. They both decided on ice cream sandwiches and enjoyed every last bite. The joys of being a child.
