Give a 4 year old child (in this case my niece) a Blue Moon ice cream cone with sprinkles from Kilwins in Blowing Rock and get a smile. According to my eldest, 'Blue Moon' tastes like cake icing. Never mind the sticky sugar fallout destined to happen later, 'cause that's what parents are for. We call it round here the 'Sprinkle showdown' when the youngins thrash their sugared-up legs in the bed protest. Oh how I've easily forgotten those days...
May my eldest daughter's high school graduation on Monday be as sweet as eating a Blue Moon ice cream cone topped with colorful sprinkles. Come to think of it, her Watauga High School cap and gown are the same shade of blue.
