Peppy's at last

Several nights ago we were eating dinner when I heard the loud music of the ice cream truck.  The girls have never had ice cream from the truck because they never went down Forest Drive as it was too busy.  They didn't realize that it was the music of the ice cream truck for this reason until it was too late.  After it was back down the street, they stayed in the driveway for an hour waiting for its return.  Unfortunately, it did not come back.  They put a pile of coins by the front door just in case they heard the song again.  As luck would have it, the truck did come back!  They assumed the ice cream was in a cone, but still enjoyed it on a stick.  They were already in their pajamas for the night.