Please don't Scream...for Ice Cream

It is ice cream season (yay!).

So, every day around 5, like clockwork, I hear the tinny, repetitive music as the scariest ice cream truck ever makes the rounds of our neighborhood (boo!).

Yes, 5 o'clock. Right before dinner. I mean, is anyone finished with dinner by 5? This guy is totally shooting himself in the foot with his timing.

Which isn't to say that I would be lining the kids up for his treats no matter what time he came. The truck is scary. Like, kidnappers-in-a-van scary...but with music.

So he comes and the kids beg. And I pretend I don't see him. "I have no idea what you are talking about. A truck? With ice cream? I have never heard of such a thing."

Besides, I have the fridge stocked with these babies...Skinny Cow Ice Cream Sandwiches. They are all yummy and not-bad-for-you (really!) and yummy...did I say that part already?

The lovely ladies at Mom Central hooked me up with some free Skinny Cow stuff. (Oh, how I love those ladies at Mom Central!) So I went wild and picked up some Cookies & Cream Ice Cream Sandwiches. I already knew I loved the vanilla, and the peanut butter swirl is absolutely delish!

Cookies & Cream was, as expected, another winner. Sprout loves them almost as much as I do! Of course, Tater is suspicious of any ice cream that isn't vanilla (except for the electric blue cotton candy flavor at Maggie Moo's, which for some reason seems like a good idea to him).

I love having these treats on hand.

Love the single-serving format - very difficult to overindulge when you would have to go get another sandwich (not that I haven't...but it slows me down a tad).

Love the ice cream...it's all ice-creamy and awesome.

Love the stats...low fat...low calorie.

Love the opportunity to divert attention from the ice cream man.

"Hey! Look what I have in the freezer for after dinner!"

Maybe if I get some of the cute little cones, I could present them with a variety of choices.

As if I were the ice cream man...but less skeevy.