A blogumentary of my family of ten. There's me, my husband, and our eight kids. No pets, just kids. Join us on our jolly joyful journey because alliteration makes me happy.
Friday, February 16, 2007
If you ever observe the aging process of a popsicle in the freezer over a period of about six months, you would find that the water slowly evaporates leaving a sticky, colored, syrupy mass contained inside the waxy paper wrapper. Tonight Bradley begged me for a popsicle and I told him that I got rid of them because they weren't really popsicles anymore. He informed me that our babysitter allowed him to have one the week prior. I said, "Really?" And he said, "Yes, I like the gooey purple ones."
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