We were nearly out of the church’s parking lot when we saw a white truck park beside the exit.
Where I grew up, kids don’t have the pleasure of seeing a white truck carrying their favorite flavors and sprinkles pass by. We have carts being pushed by vendors, but that’s totally different from a white truck.
Upon seeing it, I asked my husband to stop the car.
I HAD to experience buying treats from the white truck.
And he took pictures to commemorate the moment.