The Music Man

Tim took Isaiah to soccer this evening and while I was fixing dinner, Alyssa was playing in the tree in the backyard (monkey girl). Anyway, the ice cream truck was in the neighborhood and Pop Goes the Weasel was playing louder and louder. The window was open and she yelled in, "Hey mom, I hear the music man." I told her that I did too! We owe a big thanks to our friends Chris and Tammy for sharing this little secret with us when Alyssa was but a babe. She has no idea at the age of 5 that the music man has hundreds of delicious ice cream treats in his truck! She just thinks that he drives around and shares the joy of Pop Goes the Weasel with the entire neighborhood. I will have to say that I felt a tinge of guilt about that, because I really didn't think we would make it to the age of 5 with this little "omission of the full truth"! I am sure we will be guilted into our share of ice cream treats in the years to come. But, right now, I am enjoying the beauty of childhood innocence!