I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by

We had just gotten back into the car after a trip to a new place called Culver's for ice cream. Big boy...as you sat there playing your DS, your little brother reached for your just-out-of-reach chocolate malt, making his familiar grunting sound and looking at you full of hope in his big brown eyes.

Without looking up from your game you spoke. “That's a problem. You're not getting mine, dude.”

Classic.

Headline from "Ice Cream Man" by Van Halen, 1978