The Ice Cream Truck

And that was just one part of our great day.

What a day. The Good Kind.

We spent the day outside. It wasn’t the plan, but that’s what happened.

It started with her making herself a picnic lunch of strawberries, cucumbers and a chees sand taking it outside with a beach towel.

“Dad, do you want to come?”

Dad says YES he would love to come.

“ I will come out”, BW chimed in.

And before you know it, the entire family was outside with lawn chairs and snacks and garden hoses and sprinklers and swimsuits. Even the dog came outside and behaved herself.

Both dog and child are at the right age where the child can walk the dog does not walk the child. I call this progress.

We went to the park on the swings and then for a walk in “the forest”, which is just a small area that connects two neighborhoods with a small creek behind.

But the highlight of the day was the ice cream truck. I had gone inside to flip the laundry and then I hear “DAD DAD DAD!! THE ICE CREAM TRUCK IS HERE!!!”

And what do you know?…it was. So, we made a deal: Ice cream now, but no dessert later.

And then the three of us sat in the shade and ate ice cream under a tree on a beatiful summer Sunday.

Lastly, it’s not summer if you don’t run through a sprinkler.

Diet starts tomorrow.

Until Next Time,

TH and Co.