Not So Much

While in Indiana visiting my Grandmother, we (well, I)heard the ice cream truck and decided some ice cream was in order. If you know me at all, you know that when the ice cream truck is around, somebody better start searching for cash. What was so special about this for me however, is that I have previous memories of getting ice cream from the ice cream truck at my Grandmother's. I was so excited Jacob would have that same experience. Well sort of have the same experience. He really didn't get his own ice cream, rather a bite of mine. As you can tell from his expression below, he wasn't a fan. I'm not sure if it was the flavor considering mine was a sour popsicle, the cold, or a combination of both. If he is anything like his mom and dad, he will learn to LOVE ice cream.