Spoils of Summertime

I don't know if it's officially summertime or not, but when you can hear the charming (haha) music of the ice-cream truck singing through the neighborhood, you know it's near.

My oldest made a mad dash to get his allowance when he heard the enticing tune, and I sprang out the door and yelled "stop" to the truck. One Sonic shaped, questionably tasting, overpriced ice-cream treat later my son had two less dollars saved, but he had the satisfaction and thrill of finally catching the ice-cream truck when he actually had the money to spend and enough time to enjoy it before dinnertime.