After our trip to the splash pad yesterday, we all came home tired, hot and thirsty. We had just pulled into the garage when we heard the ice cream truck. Well, it’s really a van. I don’t know if it’s just my kids or if it’s a trait that they’re all born with, but my kids can hear the ice cream truck a mile away. Unfortunately, by the time we could get out of the car, they had already passed us. The driver must have looked back and saw us though. He went to the next street and turned around to come back. Cullen was very excited to pick an treat from the pictures on the side of the van. In a fashion very fitting for the upcoming July 4th holiday, Cullen chose the Rocket Pop.
He looked like some sort of hybrid smurf when he finished. His entire hand is stained blue. He’s still cute.