The girls were finally able to talk with Diane this morning. When Emily took the phone, I was later told the conversation went something like this:
Emily: When you come to my house, you need to bring a dollar.
Diane: A dollar? What for?
Emily: So I can buy an ice cream from the ice cream truck. You have to have a dollar.
Diane: Really.
Emily: You give the man in the truck a dollar, then you press the button next to the picture, and the ice cream comes out. But you can’t give it back, if you don’t like it. Once you press a button that’s the ice cream you get.
Earlier this year, my girls came running into the house asking if they could purchase an ice cream from the ice cream truck. I inherently said, No. I had graduated from college, was working full time, and was pregnant with my second child, before I had my first ice cream from the ice cream truck… and it was a company treat, so I didn’t have to pay for it. As you can imagine they didn’t understand, were heart broken, and proceeded to watch their neighborhood friends eat their ice creams. Sigh…
Growing up, we never purchased anything from the ice cream man… we always got the speech that we could either purchase one ice cream treat, or an entire box of ice cream from the grocery store. Which would you prefer, eat one ice cream or as much ice cream as you can? Since GR and I grew up in different families, I decided to ask him. I distinctly remember him saying “Yeah, all the time” – a statement he denies having made. But when I asked Diane, she said, never.
So for now, I’m going to stick to the no ice creams from the ice cream truck, but I think I’ll start to stock up on ice cream sandwiches, ice cream cones, and other little frozen treat novelties for my freezer that they can choose from instead.
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When we were Becca and Emmy's age we only had ice cream on birthdays, but I still feel heartbroken reading this.
In retrospect, I'm glad we didn't have everything other kids had growing up. One friend was trying to explain that TV shaped a great deal of her personality. I was shocked. Our parents cut the cord off the television!
Yeah, we have these issues too. There's this shop in the mall across the street that sells candy by the scoop. Stella gets so happy when she sees that shop, but I know they charge four times as much as the grocery store. . . Don't worry, we've been strong so far, but it kills me. I don't want her to grow up thinking that mom *NEVER* says yes, but I ain't blowing the college fund on candy either.
My parents dabbled in cord-cutting as well. Didn't work though, we had already watched McGuiver and knew how to fix it =)
Ice cream trucks are of the devil. I was constantly assailed by their stupid jingle while I was in NY. I hate that jingle. They should be destroyed.
One of my favorite moments from the Stella videos is where she chooses to eat a cherry tomato instead of chocolate.
i remember dad buying us popcicles in front of the washington monument once....maybe that's a false memory, anyone else remember that?
No, thats real. Someone got a red white and blue popsicle, and made everyone else jealous.
Anyway, that is from a whole other era. Everything changed after we moved to St Louis.
I vaguely remember the DC popcicle thing as well. I also remember it being extremely hot.
Growing up I don't think it occurred to me to feel slighted because we didn't get ice cream from the ice cream truck... the idea of an entire box of ice cream was way more appealing.
Joe I'm with you, it was heartbreaking to say No, and then watch them, watching their friend eat the treat. But as promised, I have purchased fudge bars and ice cream cones and sandwiches, that I know they will all eat, so next time I have an alternative!
Also, I seem to remember another significant shift in habits happening after I left for college...
Oh yes, things have changed a LOT. It seemed like after I left for school the W's were suddenly ordering pizza, chinese, etc. How did that happen?
I don't remember ever getting ice cream from the ice cream man, except I remember that Suz got a foot with a big gumball for a toe. . . is that real?
And yeah, the red-white-and-blue popsicles were shaped like rockets, and we all got one like that, I think. I wanted the dehydrated 'astronaut' ice cream though.
yes, the big foot ice cream was real, and i think that mrs. wunderlich bought it for me (her granddaughter was visiting and somehow i ended up playing with her- barb was jealous of my ice cream and i said 'well, you should've come over to play.').
and we only ordered pizza when it was customer appreication day at papa johns...
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