That's one of the things I remember most. Fat kid story coming. Neapolitan ice cream. In a coffee mug. At Grandma's. If you ask me what comes to mind when I think of my Grandparents house (on my dad's side), one of the first is neapolitan ice cream.
That's a picture taken inside my Grandmother's freezer.
We made memories last weekend. It was well worth traveling with a two year old to see my Grandma sitting on the floor playing cars with Cannon. And hearing Cannon yell 'Hi Umpah!' when we walked in the door.
I have wonderful memories of my Grandparents from when I was growing up and while I know that Cannon probably won't remember being in Tampa last weekend, I will. We took lots of pictures to help too.