Ice Cream Truck

So nothing is more magical than the sound of the ice cream truck coming down the street. We had one that just started visiting our neighborhood. I must say that ice cream trucks were a little more magical before you were big enough to realize how ghetto they really are.

Emma is loving it and shes stays so much cleaner than her brother when he eats it.

Nathan got really excited about a bright blue ice cream that was the imaginary friend from Foster home for imaginary friends.

I'm not sure what they use to color the blue, but it is a crazy blue that stains his skin.

After the second time we made him order a yellow tweety popsicle that wasn't quite as messy.