

While we were staying with Grandma and Grandpa Schmidt in Utah, Sarah took every opportunity to pick up spare change. Lucky for her, Grandpa had a hole in his pocket and frequently left piles of change around the house. Even spotting a penny, however, led to a gleeful response as though she had just won the lottery. At one point Grandpa left a $50 bill on the table, and Sarah picked it up. When I caught her in the act, I asked her what she needed that money for, and she responded, "I need bills for the ice cream truck!" Not that bill, my friend. Even her daddy contributed some coins to her ice cream truck fund. Upon our return to New York, I counted her coins and found, to my surprise, that she had accumulated $4.44. She has been dying to go to the ice cream truck since they have been sprouting on every street corner here in the city months ago. I finally gave in yesterday and stopped at one on our way home from the park. She was the happy recipient of a SpongeBob SquarePants popsicle which she licked all the way home. I guess every kid should go to the ice cream truck. Once.
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Sometimes I let Eric chase after the ice cream truck. I usually have to stop him before he gets ran over.
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