Ice cream truck

When Madeleine was 2 1/2, we were playing in a park when suddenly all of the kids raced out of the park's gate. Madeleine hadn't noticed the white truck playing music pull up at the curb and was flummoxed. She asked "Where did they go?" and I just shrugged and said that I didn't know. As we left the park a short time later, she carefully watched all of the kids eating ice cream, and the next weekend was right with the pack as they made a run for the ice cream truck.

As is probably usual with a younger sibling, Josephine has learned the ways of the ice cream truck at a much earlier age. Last night shortly after we got home from school and work, Josephine heard the ice cream truck's familiar song, and immediately signalled to us. Since she can't say ice cream yet, this involved lots of gesturing, excited feet, and jabbering. Michael loves that Josephine has figured out this summer ritual and grabbed her and headed outside. Madeleine heard what was going on from the basement and she and I joined them in the front yard. Unfortunately, as sometimes happens, the ice cream truck never materialized. The music seemed to grow louder, stall, and then gradually faded. Madeleine was happy enough to return to her cartoons, but Josephine was pretty disappointed.

Today is Michael and my tenth wedding anniversary. We did get to go out alone for a short time last weekend (thanks to Aunt Amy and Uncle Eric's expert babysitting), so are celebrating as a family today by heading to Gifford's for ice cream sundaes.