Sometimes, when I am frantically calling your name all over the neighborhood, it's not because you are in trouble or it's time to come home. It might just be because the ice cream truck is on our street and your
Crazy Aunt Lyn came to visit us last week. We had a great time (which is why I didn't get hardly any blogging done, as it is hard to blog and laugh yourself silly at the same time). Even though she's been gone for a while, I still hear frequent inquiries regarding their aunt. Wish they missed me that much when I leave!
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Wow you are a much nicer mom than me. I teach my kids that the Ice Cream man is a rip off and tell them never to buy anything from him. I'm bad. I know.
I have been anxiously listening for the ice cream truck. I love them!!
What a great picture! I love it. So glad it is summer
I can't believe they didn't hear it and come running. I would if I was there!
You're a better mom than me too. I prefer to spend $10 at Smiths and buy 10 different sorts of treats. When I was little the ice cream man had soft serve... mmmm.
You seriously make me laugh out loud!
There truly is nothing better than the ice cream man!
It teaches them to listen to their momma--screaming for them does not always equal something unpleasant! :)
I swear that ice cream truck drives by everyday. I see it alot in Apple Grove.
That'll teach them! Sounds like you all had a great time with your Aunt. Loved and missed. I am sure she is tickled.
It's so hot here! Forget the ice cream truck--I keep thinking of that Simpsons episode where they had the big truck full of water so kids could swim.
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