I remember being at my aunt's house as a kid and hearing the distant music of the beloved ice cream truck. All the kids in the neighborhood would make a mad dash inside to plead their case for 50 cents. Just 50 cents was all that stood between a sweaty kid and a Rocket Pop. Oh glorious day!
Fast forward a few decades. I get to see my little ones' eyes light up when the white musical truck comes through our neighborhood. Though 50 cents will no longer get you a Rocket Pop, for a little bit more you can get a Tweety Pop or a Batman Bar. Totally worth it for the sweet messy smiles on chubby little faces.
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