Big G wants to make orange juice popsicles. I’ve got to get him watching something other than Blue’s Clues, because he keeps coming to me with constructive ways to use our time together. Honestly. Kids these days.
So I went to the grocery store and thought hey, while I’m here, why don’t I see if they have some little freezer popsicle trays? You know, the kind that were around when we were growing up? Don’t blame me if you have no idea what I’m talking about. Blame your parents for your deprived childhood. Anyway, I did find something. Sort of.
I’m pretty sure I don’t even have to go to the trouble of making jokes here.
My work here is done.
*Really, WordPress Proofreader? Popsicles? You’re fine with the singular, but make it plural and you have issues? Are you saying I should only have one popsicle? Are you calling me fat? Stop judging me!