Oh how I love the ice cream truck that drives by in the summer. The clang, clang, clang of his bell makes me giddy. Unfortunately (?) I have Nate trained to run when he hears the ringing.
Ring, Ring, Ring
Nate gasps and looks at me with excitement in his eyes.
I yell, "Let's go!", as I scoop up Alex.
We grab and run - usually without shoes.
Although, today it was without shoes or PJs. (Nate had only his boxers on and Alex was sporting nothing more than a diaper, but oh well.)
We can't afford to miss a summer evening out on the front step dripping in ice cream stickiness. It's much too good.
And much too fun.
And oh, what a mess....
What a glorious mess!
A mess that we will build memories in.
A mess that's 100% washable...
...and 110% unforgettable!
This is one mess and memory I will miss when we move away from a neighborhood that sports a Scoops ice cream truck.