I grew up in a very small town on a very small street. Not once did I ever hear an ice cream truck make its way by my house. Now that my old house has turned into "Grandpa's house" I guess magical things, like ice cream trucks can happen. On a random Friday visit to see Grandpa and Granny C we were outside playing when we heard the tinkling sounds of an ice cream truck. We were all blown away to hear it's merry tune traveling down Stone Drive. We rushed out to see it, and of course get some ice cream. Ethan was so excited to get ice cream from the ice cream truck for the first time. He chose a very yummy and messy red, white and blue popsicle. The funnier part to this story is that Ethan has an ice cream truck shirt that he loves to wear. Before we went to visit grandpa he insisted that he wear this shirt. If you look closely at his picture you can see it beneath all the sugar and drips. Yes, magical things happen when you are at grandpa's house...it must be kismet!
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