Growing up in Corinth, we had one place to get ice cream. One.
Baskin Robbins. And despite the 31 flavors, the joint was on the other side of town, across the parking lot from the Twin Cinema.
As youngsters, ice cream trips were few and far between. It just wasn't convenient.
As we got older and were dropped off at the movies on Friday nights, we'd often get our ice cream fix after stuffing our faces with Pizza Hut pizza.
Movie --> Pizza --> Ice Cream
But, I remind you, that wasn't until we were older...at least 10 or 11 years old.
Fast forward 30 years, and now I'm living in Atlanta and ice cream is almost a thing of the past.
Now it's Frozen Yogurt.
These places are popping-up everywhere, and I must admit, they are hard to avoid.
Especially when the kids ask for it on a daily basis.
So Tuesday night, I rounded up Sloane, Hunter and their best friend, Lawson, and we headed to Menchies.
I had barely parked the car before they started tearing their way out of the car.
Fortunately I'm a little faster than they are, and I got there in time to photograph what I now call the Menchies Sprint.
It goes without saying that the kids ate their fair share of yogurt. Apparently, Lawson was up until 10pm due to the sugar rush caused by her yogurt (or the 10 different toppings she piled on it).
Our kids were up rather late, too.
Totally worth it, though, in my opinion.
We had an absolute blast.
Stay tuned for a few more pics from the yogurt outing...