Popsicles in November

It's 30 degrees outside and Thomas is having his first popsicle. Why not? We need to get rid of everything in the freezer anyway before we move on Thursday.

After Thomas said he was done and put his half-eaten popsicle on the counter, I said, "Are you sure? Your popsicle is going to be so sad sitting there melting." Malena then chimes in, "Mommy, the popsicle doesn't have a face." Gotta love the mind of a 3-year-old.