Just Right...

While grocery shopping, Waylon snagged a box of Dora popsicles as I hunted for the perfect flavor of ice cream. He marched through the isle chanting, "Dora popsicles, Dora popsicles." Lucky for him they were on sale so into the cart they went. Of course he had to have one the minute we got home, and I was very pleased to see how small they are. No more sticky puddles on the table. He can easily finish the whole thing. This reminded me of the double-sided popsicles of my youth. I always wanted a whole one, but being from a large family, my mom would snap them in half on the edge of the kitchen counter handing one half to me and the other to one of my anxious siblings. I probably would have never considered that these popsicles weren't always meant to be halved and shared, after all they did have the perfect seam for snapping, if my neighborhood friends from small families didn't often parade around slurping on two-sided, double sticked popsicles all their own. Don't get me wrong I was never bitter about sharing, I just wanted to know what it would be like to have a giant popsicle all to myself. Another curiosity would arise when I'd visit my small familied friends on Christmas and Easter. I'd look in amazement at their tremendous stash of gifts and goodies and wonder just what the heck they had done to please Santa and the Easter Bunny that much. Once again I was not bitter or jealous, just curious and bewildered. I played with these kids everyday. I knew they weren't THAT good!