Popsicles Are Nummy

Tonight for dessert Brianna had a blue popsicle. She eats popsicles all the time but for some reason tonight it was a big "event."

She started off by running up to her daddy and saying "Dad, I want a pocshua (popsicle)!" When he didn't immediately respond she poked him in the cheek "Hey you! I want a pocshua!" He started chuckling instead of answering so she got right in his face and said real slow "I..want..a..pocshua!" "Well, try asking him nicely," I reminded her. So, she looked in his face and said "Nicely! I want a POCSHUA!" After finally getting her precious pocshua in her hand she was trying to run all over the apartment with it. Since this would only result in little sticky spots on the carpet that inevitably collect dust which I would then later have to crawl around on my hands and knees cleaning, I said no. Well, I didn't tell her all that of course I just told her that she could either eat her popsicle in the kitchen, or in her room at her little table. She chose to sit at her table in her room so she could listen to music. She looked so cute sitting there. I asked, "Are you having fun eating your popsicle?" and she answered "I mim (am)." (This is my new favorite Bree-ism "I mim"... so cute. It's also her standard answer for questions or statements she thinks are kind of obvious. It's her answer instead of sayng "Well duh!" For example: While she's dressed in her Buzz Lightyear costume if you ask "Bree, are you Buzz Lightyear right now?" She'll say "I mim!" Well, back to the popsicle...) Then Travis said "It looks good, can I have a taste?" In response to that Brianna generously wiped her popsicle along her fingers and wiped those same fingers across Trav's lips. "There you go!" she said. Then she wiggled her little eyebrows up and down at him (a habit she's picked up from him doing to her) and remarked, "Nummy huh?" :) After sharing her treat so nicely she jumped up and was dancing like a maniac in circles, singing every fourth word to a song she liked off her baby music CD. "I'm dancing with my pocshua!" "That's nice dancing," we said, "Now sit down before you drip on the carpet." Finally, after all that she was finished with her popsicle. "Hey, look at my tongue," she said, sticking it out, "Is it blue?" (Which I was impressed she would know with no mirror to look into.)

To wrap the whole experience up we wiped Bree (and the area she'd been in) down. Even though she'd sat at her little table pretty good she'd still managed to get herself and the little Sesame Street mat I've got under her little table, quite drippy. I handed her a wipe and said, "Here, wipe your hands and face." Then I started wiping down the mat. Bree wiped her hands and face quickly and then said, "Here Mom, I'll help you." Then she leaned over to wipe the mat off and was commenting on the parts of the picture she was wiping, "Wipe big bird, wipe a hippo, wipe pizza, wipe airplane, wipe my toes...." Oops, guess she got side-tracked on what she was wiping!

Leave it to a toddler to make dessert a whole other experience. I guess that's why they're fun. We would have just eaten it and moved on, without all the amusement over a normally very common-place experience.