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.
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Christina Ries is a freelance writer who lives with her husband and three young children in Inver Grove Heights. Write her at firstname.lastname@example.org.