A Sign of Spring

One afternoon following the children's naps, we heard the music.  You know, the music that summons all kids to high-tail it outside, quarters in hand, salivating over what flavor to purchase.  

The ice cream truck hit our cul-de-sac and we couldn't pass it up. 

It was a warm 84 degrees outside which made an orange push-pop a great afternoon treat. 

I felt like we were living in the 1960's with the ice cream man playing his tunes, cruising through the neighborhood.  I kept waiting for Wally and the Beav to come out and join us. 

Next time I am just going to strip the kids down to their diapers in the front yard. The clean up will just be easier that way, and I can hose them down when they are finished.  They had orange stickiness on every surface area and crevice possible. 

I mean, does life get any better than this? 

Thanks ice cream man.