I scream, you scream...

There's something so nostalgic about the tinny jingle of the ice-cream truck.

It is the siren song of summer, of childhood.

And since beoming a mom, I've never said no to it. 

We have plenty of other restrictions, but somehow, it feels wrong to decline the ice-cream truck.

It's visited our cul-de-sac several times this summer. Yesterday it arrived moments after the girls returned from a day at Namma's. 

They were euphoric.

Before I realized what had happened, Jane had eaten the bunny's gumball eyes. #whoops

"Bye! Come again soon!" Maria called out as the ice-cream truck drove away.

Requesting its return, it turns out, has become a manageable task. The old-school ice-cream truck now has an app

You can use the app to schedule a visit or to be notified when the truck is nearby. 

So there ya go: News you can use from Minnesota Parent! 



 Christina Ries is a freelance writer who lives with her husband and three young children in Inver Grove Heights. Write her at christina@mnparent.com.