There’s not much more southern than sitting on the back porch eating an ice cream cone…unless maybe you’re drinking sweet tea with it. Mom found the tiniest ice cream cones that I’ve ever seen which were perfect little treats for the kids. They were only 2 or 3 inches tall, so Macy was able to eat the ice cream before it melted. I think it was a little cold for Steven, so I got to “help” with his ice cream, but he liked the cone…works for me!
