Growing up on a dead end road in the middle of a more rural suburb of Cleveland, Ohio, I was not accustomed to ice cream trucks. I remember one day when I was in my teens we actually had an ice cream truck drive down our road. Perhaps the driver was lost, but I will never forget it. We got something off that truck, for certain!
While Cole will be no stranger to ice cream trucks based on where we live right now I just couldn't resist reliving that nostalgia today and so he got an Oreo cookie ice cream bar. I think he pronounces it Owo. A little thank you to Uncle Chris for introducing Cole to Oreos in general. He asks for them whenever he sees them at the store :).
Once it started dripping and Cole started getting a little messy he was done with the ice cream sando. I wasn't too sad...it was quite tasty!
