Melts and Maltitivity

Tonight I got a call from my four year old cousin, Bear, asking us if we wanted to go out to eat with them. Actually, it was the Youngling who answered the phone. After asking our mom if it was okay, he asked Bear if her parents had agreed to this. She promptly went to ask her mom, but I thought it was extremely amusing that it had even crossed the Youngling's mind that Bear had just picked up their phone and dialed our number to ask us out to dinner. I can totally picture the conversation:
Bear: Hey, this Youngling?
Youngling: Yeah.
Bear: It's Bear. Hey, wanna hit Snuffy's tonight?
Youngling: Uh, sure.
Bear: Great. Pick me up in five.
Anyways, we did end up going to Snuffy's Malt Shop later on. I haven't been there in, like, forever, and the last time I was there, I think I ordered a grilled cheese sandwich. So I had never really been exposed to true Snuffy's awesomeness. I ordered a California burger. (Yay for originality. *Sarcasm*.)
It. Was. Awwwwwwesome.
Seriously, you have not tasted a burger until you've tasted Snuffy's. I finished it in about five minutes.
Of course, you can't really go to a malt shop without ordering malts. So we did. I split a chocolate coffee malt (called chocofflate-we had a pretty heated debate about whether it was choco-ful-latte or choco-full-ate. Turned out to be choco-full-aht.) with my mom, the Youngling got a strawberry and Bear and her parents split a Fudge Scotchie. (Bear, having never heard of a malt, renamed them melts. She is SO adorable.) Bear's equally adorable baby brother, Mallow, had about an inch of a strawberry-fudge-scotchie in a little cup, most of which ended up smeared across his face.



The "melts", too, were Wooking amazing. I love Snuffy's whole theme, too; very muchly 50's and 60's rock, red cushion benches, juke box, and a personalized mural of Boulevard of Broken Dreams. It's so kewal.
Earlier today, I also found the Youngling surveying our front yard.

I didn't even ask.

May the Force be ever in your favor.

xx Kati