The Ice Cream Truck

You know it's almost summer when you first hear the sound of the ice cream truck maneuvering through the neighborhood. Although, it's not the nice soft bell ringing sound that I remember as a kid. Rather, it's a glaring, loud, blown-out speaker sound that plays Pop Goes the Weasel over and over and over....The first time the ice cream man comes around it's a lot of fun. The kids come running, I fork over the money and everyone gets a nice treat. They eat snow cones, rocket pops and drumsticks galore. The ice cream man then thinks he hit the jackpot because of the many kids on our cul-de-sac, which means that he'll be back. And back again. Over the next few weeks we politely decline the ice cream treats a few times, and another time I allow the little kids to use their own money in their piggy banks to buy treats so that they realize that money doesn't grow on trees. But then it all starts to get a bit more interesting. Last week Teresa asked if she could get an ice cream from the truck. I answered that she couldn't because for one, the ice cream man wasn't even in the neighborhood, or even within a mile radius. (Did I mention that the "song" was loud?) She replied, "That's OK Mom, I have his business card. I can give him a call and he'll be here within a half hour." What?! Since when do ice cream men give eight year olds business cards? I checked it out and sure enough, in her little pink sparkly purse was a very important business card. LOL. You can't say that Mr. Ice Cream Man lacks marketing skills. Interesting to say the least.

Here are a few pics of the very first tastes of summer...