We were at the park and heard the sounds of an ice cream truck (which we never hear... probably from being inside all summer long) & we happened to have a few dollars on us (which we hardly ever have cash) so it was meant to be: Charlie's first ice cream truck experience. Well, I guess it was more of a van that had painted the words 'Ice cream' on the side. He was a big fan & a chocolate-y mess by the time we walked home. I'm guessing the ice cream truck will trump the former favorite fire truck from now on.
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