Happiness is orange

Nothing says summer like hearing the tinkly music
of the 'ding-ding' man driving down the street.  

When I was younger, on those hot days
when we were at my grandma and grandpa's house, 

my sister and I would run down the sidewalk to his truck.  

We'd each get an orange push-up, sit on the front steps, 

and happily eat our summer treat.

Now it's my turn to make summer memories with my kids:

They loved hearing me talk about being a little girl, and asked to hear the story twice.