Gabe was introduced to a whole new world yesterday. He had his very own ice cream cone from the Frozen Custard. His flavor of choice (otherwise known as "my child doesn't talk so my mom picked for me") was Blue Moon.
When I asked what Blue Moon was, the very annoyed 16 year old behind the counter told me it was a "mild blueberry." What is "mild blueberry" you ask? Come to find out, it tasted suspiciously like regular vanilla ice cream that had a drop of food coloring in it...
Gabe didn't seem to mind, though. In the world of an 18-month-old, ice cream is ice cream and it is all good.
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