We sure love the glorious sound of an approaching ice cream truck; I think Dad and I get just as excited as Curly does. It came by again last night and she was beside herself with happiness.
The great thing about the ice-cream truck here in our neighborhood is that it's not the typical shady guy in a shady van you see around. It's a cute little pink truck with the nicest gal inside wearing a pink and brown stripped outfit that seems genuinely excited to see Curly. We love her!
The hardest part, making a decision.