The ice cream man hasn’t driven down our street much this summer. You probably don’t care why; but, I’m going to tell you anyway.

Last fall I was sitting in my living room when I heard the song of the ice cream truck. I watched out the front window as the ice cream truck stopped in front of our house. My 6y/o was playing in the front yard. She, keeping a cautious distance between herself and the truck, said something to him. He immediately drove away. She then came inside and noticed that I had been watching out the front window. 6 y/o: “I told him that Mommy wouldn’t let us buy any because he creeps her out.”

Gotta love kids.