Every Memorial Day weekend, a town nearby has an Ice Cream Festival.
It's at Ye Olde Mill where Velvet Ice Cream is made.
(If you have never had the privilege of tasting Velvet Ice Cream, I apologize!)
My Mom insisted this Mountain Dew truck would be the perfect place for Dustin&I to stand.
1. His eyes our closed.
2. She didn't get the logo.
3. We have no feet.
4. You can see the trash can.
This is my mom and I.
We have very few pictures together, and NO, this is not her normal smile.
This is her "shut up and go away" smile.
I've been going to this festival since I was a kid, and never once had I seen this!
Doesn't it remind you of Cinderella?!
(Sorry random family!)
The mill itself.
I remember going when I was younger and thinking it was HUGE, turns out I was just tiny ;)
What child doesn't?!
(This onesie was 21.95!)
I just saw the "turn handle and make ice cream" part and am legit sad I didn't.
Can you really pass on photo ops like these?
Again, Mom didn't get the memo and left our feet in.
And I was too lazy to crop it, but it's still her fault, right?
Ultimate Cookies and Cream.
But sooo rich.
Writing down sons from the radio on the way home trying to win concert tickets,
it really is normal for this family :)
P.S. Did you notice? This marks off something from my "20 before 21" list.
Check it out here!