Ice Cream Truck

Everyone has an ice cream truck memory. Whether it's that your parents wouldn't let you go near an ice cream truck {mine}, or you were always saving your nickels and dimes for the next time you heard the music coming down the street and have very fond memories of summers with ice cream from the ice cream man {Carl}, or since you hated fish, your parents called it the fish truck instead of the ice cream truck so you'd run away from the music coming down the street {my best friend, Bri}. Everyone has memories...
Well, we've heard that sweet music a few times this summer, but just as we run out of the house, it's already rounded the cul de sac and is heading back down the street. Now if I was 8 or 9, I'd probablly chase it down, but seeing as I'll be 30 in a month and a half {oh geez...that soon?}, I thought, I'd just wait it out.
We heard it today and so we rounded up the boys and ran outside, Carl and I very excited about Zach & Drew's first ice cream truck experience and Zach & Drew wondering what the heck was up with their parents....yes, we're dorks.