On Wednesday evening, we sat down on the deck to enjoy our first barbequed hamburgers of the season, eaten outside. It was warm and sunny. Just perfect.





A few minutes into our meal, we heard music. It was the sound of an ice cream truck! As far as I know, an ice cream truck has never driven down our street, although we’ve heard the music in the neighborhood behind us plenty of times. As the music grew louder we realized that it was, in fact, headed toward our house!

Well, what could be more perfect than hamburgers on the deck followed by ice cream? Absolutely nothing. I just so happened to have cash in my wallet (never happens), and we sent the boys out front to wave down the ice cream truck.





They were very shy about the whole thing. And rightly so, because it wasn’t so much an ice cream truck as it was a man, in a van, selling ice cream.



They each picked a Batman head on a stick and the ice cream man told them it was up to them to patrol the neighborhood, fight crime, and tell an adult when they see anything suspicious. Afterward, they were promptly given instructions to never approach the man in the ice cream van without Mom or Dad. And then we went back to our hamburgers on the deck.













Happy Friday!