The ice cream truck
Our second trip of the season to the park turned me pink again. The children were lathered in sunscreen. Seth had a cute little rocket ship cap.
Savannah fell, scraping and bruising her cheek. It was sad. Her whole cheek turned bright pink. But after our picnic in the shade, she had her first ice cream from an ice cream truck. I haven't even done that.
There's an episode of Oswald where Oswald and Weenie Girl follow the sound of the ice cream truck, driven by a snowman, all over Big City. They finally track it down after running into all their friends who give them bad directions. Oswald gets a swizzle berry cone and Weenie Girl a vanilla bone.
The scrape is still on her cheek, so I'm putting off getting video of her awesome rendition of "I got the jay, jay down in my heart." A day or two more.
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