Endangered Popcicles

Last night, Seth announced, "I'm gonna eat all my dinnah, so I can have a popcicle."

"Great!" I said. I'll take what I can get.

He finished everything he needed to and earned that popcicle. I got the cicle out, unwrapped it and handed it to him.

"Ooo, an ORANGE one! Those are RAHR," he remarked. Then he took it and went outside. He laid down in the swing under the grape arbor and swung away, licking his rare popcicle.

That's my kid.