This morning, we took our 5 year old out for breakfast. She was home from school because she had a fever last night, and I didn’t think I should send her to school, just in case. So we went to this little diner that has a basket of lolly pops by the door. My girls get SO EXCITED any time we say we’re going there because apparently, to a three year old and a five year old, the idea of choosing any lolly pop you want from a big basket overflowing with colourful lolly pops is the best thing ever.
So this morning after my five year old finished her oversized pancake drenched with syrup, my husband walked her up to the front of the restaurant and she chose a blue lolly pop. She brought it back to the table, opened it up, and promptly dropped it on the floor under the table. I looked at the two little pieces of dirt on it with raised eyebrows and said to her “Um, I don’t think that’s good to eat anymore?” foolishly thinking my question would make her throw it away.