It was brought to my attention that a terrible ice cream tragedy is occurring in Brooklyn, NY.
Just as we New Yorkers welcome in the first few days of spring, and children are able to play outside for the first time in months, over- protective, selfish, and quite honestly, plain old mean parents are banning ice cream trucks.
That’s right. You read that correctly!
When I was a little girl, spring and summer were marked by the beautiful jingle coming from the local ice cream truck. In fact, when we were kids, if the ice cream truck would drive down our street we’d scream “Mom, come quick, the ice cream truck is here!” at which point we’d beg and plead for $1 for an ice cream. I’d usually order the strawberry shortcake. The Hubby says his personal favorite was the Chip Wich or Choco Taco. Both solid choices, if you ask me.
Fast forward to 2012 and the time-honored tradition of running after an ice cream truck is still a staple of every child’s spring and summer evening ritual.
That is, until rude parents come into the mix. In Park Slope, parents are complaining that their children throw such wild temper tantrums when told “no” to getting an ice cream, that in order to reign in their “unruly” children, they think it’s best to simply ban ice cream trucks in Prospect Park.
You’ve got to be kidding me! Uch. A real shanda.
My favorite quote from the article comes from a nanny who wishes the worked-up moms and dads would just get a life. “They’re obnoxious,” she said. “There’s no harm in this.”
Have I mentioned how much I love her?
If you ask me, banning an ice cream truck, is like violating the First Amendment. Let kids be kids, and parents, stop being so darn bossy! Let your kid have an ice cream, trust me, it’s worth it!