In one of our rare conversations (always interruptions!) I told Shawn that there's an ice cream truck in the area that plays "What Child Is This" instead of the traditional ding-ding-da-ling (or whatever) kiddie song to alarm customers.
Until we met the toothless ice cream man himself and commented on his choice of jingles for the truck. He said it was either that or "Home on the Range" and he'd rather listen to the former all day.
...where seldom is HEEAaaarrrdddd, a discouraging word, and the skies...
Okay he has a point.
Obey the safety clown...clowns are creepy.
Felt kinda bad for the guy; that's not how I'd want to make a buck.
Bye bye ice cream man.
I get to live with some pretty gorgeous men, no?
And here is Story debuting her Nutcracker moves:
And look at these pretty lips I get to kiss all day!
She's a hoot.