“Run, run, run as fast as you can

Here comes the music of the Ice Cream Man.

Hurry, hurry, hurry he’s coming down the street

I have some money for an ice cream treat!”

Brinley came home from school one day a few weeks ago singing this little tune over and over and over again.  At first I thought maybe she had made it up but it turns out that she learned it at school.  Very fitting since it happened to be about a bazillion degrees that day.

I have some really fond childhood memories involving the ice cream truck.  We had one in our neighborhood that stopped on the corner every single day when the weather was above 70-ish degrees.  I remember hearing the tinkly music and running inside with my brother and neighborhood kids to beg my mom, or any other grown up, for some money for the ice cream truck.  I consider myself very lucky because more often than not my parents happily handed over their pocket change so that we could get a treat.

There is an ice cream truck in our new neighborhood.  We heard that unmistakable music ringing in the air the first week we moved in.  I wasn’t sure Brinley would know what the music was or what it was coming from because we’d only experienced the ice cream truck a few times and it had been over a year since she last saw one.  Well, to my surprise she knew exactly what it was and started jumping up and down yelling, “ice cream man, ice cream man!”  All of my childhood memories came back to me and Scott ran inside to get some money.  What was shocking was that those screwballs that used to cost us 50 cents were now two dollars!!  A simple popsicle is $1.50 and an ice cream sandwich is $2.00.  Yikes!  Of course we got her an ice cream, a Dora face with gumball eyes.

The bad part – the ice cream truck strolls through the neighborhood around 4:30pm.  About an hour or so before dinner time.  Oh and the fact that if we let her get ice cream even a few times a week Scott is going to have to get another job so that we can afford it!  We definitely don’t indulge her daily even though she asks.  She understands that it’s a special treat which is good.  But the smile on her face when she hears that tinkly music coming through the neighborhood really brings me back.

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