As I was standing outside grilling the meat for our fajitas this evening, I heard faint musical notes in the distance, accompanied by the occasional ringing bell. This goes on for ten minutes at least, growing louder and louder until I finally realized what it was… we have an ice cream truck driving through our neighborhood selling treats to all of the neighborhood kids. I laughed to myself, then heard a chearful gasp from above me. I looked up and saw Ana poking her head out a second floor window – “Ahhhh! It’s an ICE CREAM TRUCK!” she exclaimed. Yes folks, I think the Ice Cream Truck driver will be making some money from us this summer.