I used to like the ice cream truck. Now, not so much.

Our boys were first introduced to the Ice Cream Truck just last year when we moved back home to where my husband and I grew up. At first I thought it was fun for them but now that Baby Picasso, our 4 yr old son, has been put on a more restricted diet due to his EE I am constantly trying to avert a crisis when the Ice Cream music starts to play. FYI, If you don’t know what EE is you can read more here, Living With Eosinophilic Esophagitis )

Yesterday, our boys were playing a baseball game and here comes the ice cream truck. Literally every kid ran off the field with a gleam in their eye – my kids included. But I had to tell mine “no” while most of the other children devoured their yummy treat. I even had to tell my 8 year old he couldn’t have ice cream because his brother wasn’t able to eat it. I felt like the most horrible Mom.

So, I’ve had enough of the ice cream truck. I want it to be banned from baseball games unless it carries corn-syrup free icees or organic ricecream – which will NEVER happen. I want it to forever stop coming by our home. I want the truck engine to blow up beyond repair. I want the music box to break because the sound instantly breaks my heart. And honestly - I Hope The Ice Cream Truck Gets The Freakin’ Swine Flu.

I’m just so tired of all this heartache…and it’s making me bitter.