Little Hooties

Driving through Downtown Hoschton, Papa recently noticed a shop we knew we must visit when the time was right. Yesterday, as we traveled through town to visit my parents, and to pick peaches, we felt the time was perfect. The wind was blowing. The sun was shining bright. Whootie was fresh from a nice, long nap. So, we stopped inside.

Wondering what is so special about this place? Take a closer look:

Little Hooties Dippin' Parlor.

We can't stop hooting around this place.
Throughout each day, if you were a fly in our home, you would hear Lane referred to by many variations of Whootie, his official nickname since birth.

We call him The Who, Whootie Whootie, Who Bird and sometimes even Whootie Whootie Double Bootie.

And, we love ice cream.

Papa and I each ordered a small bowl of yummy Mayfield ice cream.

Apparently, Lane now thinks any food served in a small bowl and with a spoon is meant for his mouth. Each time Papa would take a bite, Lane would open his mouth wide and follow the spoon with his eyes from Papa's bowl to Papa's mouth.

We found this quite funny.

We aren't too keen on giving our five-and-a-half month old ice cream - and he isn't suppose to have dairy until he is at least 1 - but we couldn't resist

just a small little taste on the tongue.




Wondering if he liked it? He didn't.
Our Whootie prefers his food warm.
The cold ice cream sent shivers down his spine.

Next summer, I am sure, will be a different story.