You look at me and say "music daddy" and just then the music of the ice cream truck hits my ears. I tell you that the music is coming from that truck down there and that it has popsicles in it. You are 2 years and 3 months and to smart for your own good. We go down to the truck and with a quick touch of your finger you pick out your treat. I let you hand the man the money and you grin as you get your fudgesicle. You just giggled and ate......
