Perfection. She is and ever will be my hero.
But alas, I do not have it on hand, so I will attempt to "replace" your V8 Lady Fuddrucker image with one that is maybe, hopefully, a little easier on your eyes:
There it is, folks. His first Fuddruckers hat. His daddy thought I was going to make him wear it.
First taste of spuds. Thanks, Fudds.
He liked his spuds (spuds = potato wedges = french fries), but was there really any doubt that he would dislike food? I think not.
As a side note, this was also his daddy's first time at Fuddruckers. He, as you can see from the lack of a photo, was not as enthused to wear the token hat. Party pooper. Though he did like the spuds...even requested to go back a few days later.
Fuddruckers is goooood. Deep Creek tubing anyone? How about ice skating in Greenville?
Or maybe just some spuds.