Extreme optomism

It was cold yesterday, 40 something degrees, nasty winds, winter coat weather even though it was officially the 4th day of spring.  I was waiting with my granddaughters after school, as one of them got ready for her piano lesson, when I heard, in the distance, a tinny but musical rendition of "Pop Goes the Weasel". As the music got louder I realized it was an ice cream truck touring the neighborhood.  Really?  An ice cream truck out and about on March 25th?  I guess she's getting a jump on the competition.