We LOVE the ice cream man!

Marcus' first words when he came home from work monday night were, "ice cream man, ice cream man, ice cream man." I had just looked out the window and seen the festive van stopped a few houses down. I grabbed my wallet and we power walked/jogged down the street. The group of ice cream buyers consisted of us and two eight year old boys. We paid four dollars for a bomb pop and a strawberry sundae crunch. The kids were asking the ice cream man, "Are you coming back tomorrow?" I was kind of hoping he would, but haven't seen him since.