There is a custard stand around the corner from our house called The Custard Hut. It is open every year from Early March through Mid November. Like the post man, people flock to The Custard Hut in rain or snow or dark of night.
So when The Custard Hut hung up a banner at the beginning of the month announcing that they would open Presidents weekend, John and I knew that it was time for Jackson’s first Custard Hut.
Now of course we didn’t make him wait in the cold, because that’s what Daddies are for.
I think the jimmies (aka sprinkles) were his favorite part.