My first taste of the sweet nectar

So many of you may know my mom is a super fan of slurpees. And by super fan, I mean ridiculously obsessed with them. She's waited since I was born to give me my first taste so 7-11-12 was that day. Let's just say the obsession is hereditary. I wasn't a huge fan of the coldness- or the matching shirts but that's what you get with my mom I guess.

Too bad it really wasn't my first taste. My dad snuck in a sip of mountain dew kind a few weeks back but my mom chooses to be blissfully ignorant of that fact.