Jonas and I were playing in the bonus room today after he woke up from his nap, when we heard the music from the ice cream man’s truck. We both immediately stopped what we were doing and went running down the stairs. He jumped up and down on the sidewalk and said, “That’s a yummy sound!” We waved the ice cream man down…Jonas picked out an ice cream sandwich, I chose a red/white/blue bomb pop (the kind I used to get when the ice cream man came to our neighborhood when I was little), and we put an ice cream sandwich for Xander (he was still sleeping) and a fudgesicle for Tom (he was still at firefighter training) in the freezer. We sat down to enjoy our treats on the front porch, while Roman was chilling out in his bouncy seat, and I agreed wholeheartedly when, in between bites, Jonas said, “I love the ice cream man, Mommy.”
