I Scream, You Scream

Last week the forces of the universe aligned in my favor and I not only heard the ice cream man before he whizzed past our house but I also actually had cash on hand to pay him with. So for the first time ever, the boys got to pick out something from the ice cream man. They were amazed that someone came to our house to give them frozen treats. Cash, ever the neatnik, chose a snow cone. The paper cup contains the drips, keeping one tidy and clean while eating.


West picked out the biggest popsicle I've ever seen. His shirt and shorts were soaking wet with sticky green fluid by the time he was done. I literally had to hose him off in the backyard before he could come in the house.