You are in the middle of something very important and then out of nowhere you hear it, the one sound that seems to complete the very essence of Summer... the ice cream truck.
The only problem is after you grab your money and run down the street to find said truck you only become more confused as to where the music is coming from. This is what happened to Gavin. After about 15 mins of running up and down the neighborhood looking for the elusive summer icon, my little 6 year old was left to settle for Otter Pops in the fridge.
It's okay we will get him next time.