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.

Today Brooke grabbed my hat and this is how she put it on herself. It was too cute not to grab a picture.