Cruel but Effective
I remember the hot summer sun shining down and the ice cream song bursting forth—fifteen kids running through the neighborhood with dollars clenched in their hands. Sadly, our suburb isn’t on the radar, so my kids have never gotten the chance. I’d probably feel a bit less slighted if I constantly had to fend them off when they hear the truck.
This is one of those all-American childhood moments that make up history. We should let our kids have that, right? Honestly, though, I’m not even sure what kind of ice cream they’d offer now. Are choco-tacos still a thing? Or is it all push pops and drumsticks that I can get from the grocery store for a third of the price?