It's story time, because Daddy has the computer with him for a week, so I can't upload any pictures! He also has the camera, so I may have to buy a point and click so I have a few when he returns.
Sam knows what an ice cream truck is, but luckily isn't actually asking for ice cream when she sees the truck. I do give her ice cream, but not every day! I also have to remember to check with Mayra when I pick her up to see if she's had ice cream that day--I don't need her on sugar overload!
When she sees an ice cream truck, she says "ice cream truck!" The funny thing is, she'll see a ConEd truck (our power company) or a Snap-On Tools truck, and also say "ice cream truck!"
Last night when we got home, she kept saying "rice buh" and it took me a bit to figure out what she wanted. She went to the door and tried to open it and yelled "rice buh!" It suddenly dawned on me--she wanted to ride the bus! I didn't have anything pressing to do, so we went to the bus stop, rode it for a few blocks, then walked back and stopped for pizza on the way home.
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When I see you, remind me to tell you the story of my older brother and the "music truck."
Karen
we have a weird ice cream truck around here. it plays christmas tunes in the middle of summer. if you hear Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in June, it's the ice cream truck!
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