Sunday, April 26, 2009

Progression of a Popsicle

Friday afternoon we heard an ice cream truck drive into our complex. Sweet Mark ran outside with Ethan and got him a popsicle. Isn't that every kids dream though? When I was young, whenever I heard an ice cream truck my heart skipped a beat and my hands got sweaty and I started frantically looking for change. Mark is such a good daddy.
Much to my dismay, Ethan came back with a spongebob squarepants popsicle complete with nasty gumball eyes. We opened it and went onto the patio to eat it. So much excitement! (Pretty nasty looking to me)
Yum, yum.

Getting a little bit messier. It's melting quickly.
Yuck, I wouldn't eat that thing if I was paid.
Decided it would be best to eat the popsicle on hands and knees so the many drips would drip on the cement rather than on his already sticky feet.
Eventually it fell off of the popsicle stick to which I rejoiced but Ethan was so so sad.

Oh poor sad boy.

1 comment:

the Getschers said...

Looked pretty good to me.