Summer

I love Las Paletas. If you live in Nashville, you know what I'm talking about. Last year for a work gathering, they brought in Las Paletas as one of the food items. It had the hugest line. We showed up today 5 minutes before opening. Young Man did the standard young child press-face-and-hands-on-window-looking-in and wondered when we get to go inside. He got distracted by the gravel area and when I said "they're opening the door," he darted inside with this other young girl about his age.

He opted for strawberry blackberry. He was down with the flavor, yo.