
Matthew is all about popsicles. Sugar in any form, really. I'm not surprised because I had such a sweet tooth when I was pregnant with him. His papa likes candy too. I could take it or leave it, but don't leave me alone with some chocolate or it will be gone.


So all through the summer, I was hounded for popsicles. "Mama, guess what it's time for?? Popsicles! Yay!" That would have been correct except that I heard those words first thing in the morning for days on end. And giving him a popsicle didn't solve the problem. It only convinced him that persitence pays off.
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