Today we were outside working in the flower beds and we heard this song getting louder: it was the ice cream truck playing “Don’t worry, be happy”. You started to dance! When it finally turned the corner of our street, we went there to get some ice cream: you had some ice cream sandwich with Daddy and then shared Klondike with vovô. We’ll see if you will remember that the music means ice cream the next time around.
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