One night when we were out playing with the neighbor kids the Ice Cream Man drove by. The neighbor kids all got ice cream - and hey - what's summertime without at least once treat from the ice cream man?
So we let the boy's share a bomb pop. (I didn't think Tate would really care (boy, was I wrong!) and I already paid $3 just for the one popsicle, so I was NOT going to buy another one!
Happy again!
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