Sunday, September 6, 2009

Grandpa, What an Icebox?

"Grandpa,
check it out
...I'm eating
popsicle by
my front
porch...it's
so good cuz
it's super
hot up in
here."
"Yeah well
at least you
got a real
popsicle....
me and your
Grandpa
Dan used to
have to make
popsicles....
we had some
tupperware
thingys and
then we'd
put some
juice in it
and then I
had to put
it in the ice
box and we had to wait for it to freeze. So
it would be so stinkin' hot but the stuff wouldn't
be ready to eat till it was evening time. And like
mental boys, we'd look to check to see if it was
frozen yet...but like I said, it wouldn't be ready
till it wasn't hot outside anymore. After awhile,
the plastic tupperware had teeth marks from
where I'd bite the thing to get the last piece of
ice. Anyway, you don't have to worry bout that
cuz your mommy and daddy buys you real popsicles
not the fake kine that I had when I was a small kid."
"But Grandpa, wasn't it funner that you made your
own stuff? I think that's cool you made popsicles."



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