I have really come to hate the taunting music played from the ice cream truck, getting louder as it gets closer to my house. As soon as I hear the fain sounds of it, I know what’s next. Mom!!!!! The ice cream truck!!!!!! My kids know I’m not a fan of the van filled with overpriced, well advertised sugar products, stopping to fill the air with carbon monoxide and invading my territory. While I was away and had a sitter, they went to the truck. My youngest, knowing I would not be happy about this, decided to make something good out of it. He decide to get something that was in a container we could reuse, and he also talked all his friends into doing the same.
We use these little containers in our lunch bags. I did not end here. The next time the ice cream truck came by, I said, “No.” After much deliberation, I decided to have some fun with this. I let him go out and get some ice cream from the truck. I think I freaked out my neighbors, but here’s what happened…
I haven’t checked at Kroger yet to see if they carry Popsicle Shots, but I’ll be checking today. I’m all about people making a living in creative ways, and the ice cream truck driver is a good way to make some money. It’s like fast food that comes to your house with dessert. I never buy this for my kids, I make them use their own money. If they feel good about the purchase, then I’ll go with it. I don’t always say yes to the ice cream truck, but I don’t always say no. Balance. It’s all about balance.
This trashogram was made from items sitting in bins in my garage, most of it purchased as props for a school photography class. The doll, decked out in her fancy Mastercard dress, is surrounded by shoes and many other random objects that she could place in her shopping bags. The empty Tiffany & Co. box, a vintage piece, costing $.25… empty.