We were at the pool last night, paddling back and forth thanks to Bevin’s new nose-covering facemask, when she pops up and says “what’s that sound?”
Turns out it’s the sound of an ice cream truck.
Turns out, if you need to motivate Bevin to jog (in flip-flops!) all you need to say is “well go grab some cash” when there’s an ice cream truck.
End result is us standing in our front yard drip-drying eating soft serve ice cream cones. Which were actually SURPRISINGLY tasty and creamy.
