I’d say eating a big cone of chocolate and vanilla swirl at 10:30 in the morning is the perfect way to say, America, I love you.

I also think it’s one heck of a way to celebrate our independence.

FoH agrees. He was so full that he didn’t eat again till dinner. Keeping in mind his sugar crash was so hard that he pretty much didn’t wake up till an hour before dinner.

So, there’s that.

What’s better than an ice creamed coned out kid, color faded smears at lip corners, hand held flags and sparklers?

Happy Fourth!