Officially Summertime!

Nothing says summer like a cold popcicle from the icecream man on a hot summer day. For weeks the icecream man has been tormenting the boys, driving through the neighborhood, playing its pied-piper music, but never stopping on our street. Yesterday, the icecream man finally drove down our street and the boys took off like a shot, running outside to catch him.

Another neat thing about Utah: the icecream man drives a real icecream truck and plays the traditional icecream man music! In Washington, we had an icecream-Arab who sold popcicles from a cooler inside his beat-up Ford Taurus while broadcasting Christmas music.