Popsicle People

I had my arm twisted this afternoon.
They all wanted a Popsicle.
It is like a rebel uprising. One asks the question,"Can I have a Popsicle?"
Then they all attack.

Since I know what kind of mess can be created with 3 colorful popsicles....we went out back to sit under the Maple Tree.

They shared their germs.

And made their lips all different shades!

We played a few minutes.

and finished our popsicles.

Then, we saw the one popsicle that was left...

And we cried until it was gone...

and then we came inside.