My husband grew up in Little Rock and attended Arkansas Baptist High School for his entire school career, until college and graduate work anyway. He and his friends frequented a restaurant in LR called The Purple Cow and eventually called themselves the purple cow gang, bless his heart, I know! During our spring break visit to Arkansas, we took our little people to eat at The Purple Cow. Honestly, they really weren't that impressed with their surprise outing.
That is, until they saw these! Purple milkshakes! Summer, our purple lovin' girl, was in heaven!
I mean look at that big ole grin on her face!
Carter was really excited too, but I think he has entered that age where it's cooler to pretend that you're not impressed, ha!
And Tilly, well she was just a girl with a one track mind. Must. Finish. Milkshake.
Thanks, Daddy, for sharing your old hang out place with us, and thanks Papa and Gigi for treating us to lunch and some yummy milkshakes!
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