We have these two ice cream trucks. They are very ghetto. So ghetto that not many people would want to walk up to them. Well, Adalynn finally wasn’t afraid of the music (I know, of all things to be afraid of for my fearless little one), and they were asking to get some ice cream. I figured we held them off all summer, I better let them get some before everything is sold out! So, off we went to stand at the end of the driveway and wait for some ghetto ice cream.
To point out, we don’t live in a ghetto area, it’s really just my terminology of the truck. Our neighbors and neighborhood is very nice actually – well other than one of our neighbors. The are ghetto. No, really, they are.
OK, onto the pictures!
