Lost and found. . . .! Daddy Hero.

For several weeks, on our way to gymnastics practice, we would pass this delicious looking van. Hard not to see in my daughters favorite (this week) color.
After seeing it for about four weeks we finally told daughter that we would stop at it last week and get her something for after practice.


It was gone.



She was not devastated, but was disappointed.

Then yesterday, on my way home from work I spotted it!

And they had a cupcake with pink on it.
The van had had to move because on one street they were in a town that did not have policies for food trucks, but if they moved a few hundred yards, just around a corner, they were in a town that did.

All is well that ends well.