Remember those days when you heard that faint music box sound coming from ten blocks away? Well, our kids may not hear us call them for dinner, but they have developed a keen sense for detecting the ice cream man. You always know when he’s in the neighborhood because your kids come tearing into the house like it’s on fire asking for money. On this particular day, the ice cream man was a no-show, but that didn’t stop our kids from waiting ever so patiently at the end of the driveway. Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever got that money back.