smashbrownies asked: Tell us about a day that involved ice cream, happy stuff and cars. :)

This is too cute!

Where I’m from in Vermont, there’s this small scoop shop called “Carmen’s” that used to only be open in the summertime. On really warm days (which in VT means, like, 80 degrees) I would beg my mom to take me into town (which was 15 miles away) so we could get ice cream. I always got cotton candy on a sugar cone and we’d eat our ice cream in the park nearby. Whenever I get a chance to visit my mom in the summertime, we make a point of going to Carmen’s together - except now I always get raspberry sorbet and I insist on driving my mom because she’s getting older and can’t see the roads as well anymore.