It’s officially here — summer. If you didn’t notice the blazing heat, thunder showers and the smell of barbeques — here’s the proof — popsicles. Nothing says summer like red tongues, sticky hands and sticks with silly jokes on them.
These were the twin’s first popsicles (notice I said twins and not babies … it’s hard, but I’m trying to remember that they are growing up). Despite some initial hesitation, they enjoyed them. We always had twin pops when I was a kid, you remember, the ones that were double this size. And you always had to be careful about when the two sides came apart that you didn’t lose some of the popsicle. My favorite was orange, still is.
Funny, my girlie liked her orange too. She’s apparent a licker, not a biter.
Now the boy-o wasn’t so sure. He was definitely a biter, but the whole experience got him a bit upset (note the watery eyes from some tears). But then he had just woken up (note the sheet wrinkles on his face) when this little popsicle party got started by the big brother.
So how about you? Had your first popsicle yet? What’s your favorite flavor? Biter or licker (keep it clean please)?