Pavlov's Flavor of the Day.

Yes, I *get* that we chose to move to the land of perpetual sandals and sunshine...but I don't get why the icecream truck is scheduled to come through at least two days a week.  Seriously?  Are they that bored, or greedy?  My girls are getting old enough now where they are not too shy to make a sales transaction on their own, they are capable of counting the money, and they grab (and pretty much drain) their tooth fairy money.  They hear the song, and they just bolt.....classic cases of classical conditioning...pavlov's dog but with icecream lips, yup!