When we were playing we thought we heard the ice cream truck. We waited outside so patiently. We rode our bikes by our self. We rode our bikes with Braden. We jumped on Braden’s trampoline. We played with stomp rockets. And still, no ice cream truck.

Dad offered water ice – but we wanted the real thing. We negotiated for water ice with ice cream truck privileges if it ever showed up. He called that highway robbery but conceded.

Now we go to bed at 8:27 with no ice cream truck ice cream. Boo.

I’m going to take some crazy pictures with the ipad before I go to bed.