The other day after dinner I heard a faint noise that sounded like music from outside. Christmas music. That’s odd I thought. Then my dad said that it was the ice cream truck. So, Anne, Mitchell and I scrambled to find some cash and a camera. Sure enough the ice cream truck rolled up the hill in all of its glory and passed our driveway. Anne was very sad. But then we realized that we live on a cul-de-sac and that she would have to be back. So, we waited.
And sure enough she had to come right by our house.