Today Brooke and I were playing when an ice cream truck pulled through the neighborhood at 7pm.  Normally there is a pretty sketchy looking van with grocery bought snacks that drives through while the neighborhood children are at school and Brooke is asleep that I wouldn’t ever consider taking her out for.  However, we saw that this truck was clean, beautifully painted, driven by a very nice lady, and it was real soft serve.  Also we saw six neighborhood children sprinting at full speed towards the truck.  Brooke was unaware to the excitement, but I picked her up and said ‘a real ice cream truck!’  I grabbed my wallet and we walked hand in hand to investigate.  I bought Brooke a cone that she ate by herself and she seemed to really enjoy having fresh soft serve in her front yard.