We luvved vanilla ice cream cups from the Ice Cream Truck.Daddy would tell us, “There’s that ice cream truck again.Playing that song and ringing that bell again. Means they’reout of ice cream AGAIN. Don’t bother going out there. We’llMAKE some.”Course, as a kid, dads know EVERYTHING (for real), so stepmom saved these self-same cups and sticks, and made the kool-aid icees for all the trailer park kids. She was a fine ladyand supplied us all.But, Daddy, … yeah, he was a scamp who loved kids, always was.I had to grow up to learn the difference about the ice creamtruck. Now, icees are aluminum spooned and I still eat them.