The music truck extinction.

For FIVE (plus) YEARS, I've been telling my kids the icecream truck is the music truck.  I've been truthful--- it is a music truck.  These sugar, hyper-activity inducing  mobiles frequent our hood. I even know one of the owners--- but have never once given in.   

--- in walks Roy.  

I remember walking across the street and using a half dollar coin to buy a fudge banana bomb stick at the corner of jimmark and fairway.  Those were the days.  Way back in the 90's days.   Not too  sure about this novelty. 

But the kids enjoyed it.  

Icecream brings people together.  

It also brings about loud, wild, crazy activities such as wrestling.  Thank goodness I can shut the  door to the carpet room. And thank goodness I don't have to wrestle these two.  

  

Thank goodness I don't have to do this either.