That's how Tal says Ice Cream Truck. This truck hit the jack pot every time he'd come by our house this summer. We'd all get a cold, delicious, satisfying treat each time he'd pass. It must be the music. Even when Matt heard that sweet little twinkling sound he jumped off the lawn mower, ran inside and yelled, "The ice cream truck's coming. Hurry, where's my wallet!!"
Guess what she see...?
Well, Mr. Ice Cream Truck Man...you know where to find us next year!
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