The Boy selects a popsicle and heads for the living room. I put the box away, and turn to find him eating it on the sofa (which he knows is expressly forbidden). Boy sees me see him, and quickly leans forward, with an air of I've-been-leaning-forward-this-whole-time-no-of-course-I-wasn't-eating-on-the-couch about him.
Me: Did ya forget I have eyes?
Boy: Yeah...
Me (earlier, as the boy searched in vain for a purple popsicle, vehemently refused an orange one, and finally settled on a red): Poor orange. Nobody likes orange. Orange is the red-headed step-child of popsicles.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
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Orange is the one no one wants at our house, too! I think we have a box in the freezer right now of just the leftover orange ones.
You're all crazy! Orange is the best one.
*packs all the orange popsicles in a box and mails to Annika.*
If orange tastes of, well, orange, then I don't know what you're talking about. I'd have an orange popsicle!
Ah, now see, I dislike the purple/grape ones, and the orange ones are my favorite. Yummy-yum-yum-yum.
Mmmm, red.
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