Beth Blenz-Clucas blogs about music for kids that grownups will love too
I think one of the lucky reasons that I don’t struggle with weight is that my mom was pretty darn strict about snacking. Soda pop and candy were extremely rare treats around our house. When the ice cream man rolled around our neighborhood, of course every household of kids, except ours, got permission to run right over and buy some of the overpriced but oh-so-inviting frozen treats. Once in awhile, we were allowed to spend our allowance, but not very often.
Of course, even Michelle Obama tells us it’s OK to indulge in sugary snacks every once in awhile. Jonathan Richman (the grown-up kid who’s also the patron saint of Portland’s hilarious “Greasy Kid Stuff” radio show) probably offers up the best ode to the ice cream man with his song by the same name.
