The Curse of the Popsicle or Be Careful What You Promise

Last week we ran out of "popsicles," aka the generic brand of Otter Pops. So that night when Brad got back from work we ran to the store to get some more. Unfortunately for Ruth, they don't come frozen. She had to wait all day for some popsicles and then once we finally had them she STILL couldn't have one. I promised her that the next day she could have as many as she wanted, because really, who can resist this:

So the next day came, and I was resolute to keep to my word, I don't want to be a bad example and break my promises. So first thing in the morning she wanted a "pa" as she calls them. So she got one. Well, needless to say, I quickly regretted promising "as many as you want." She probably ate 15 popsicles in one day; she definitely took advantage of the situation! Look at her lounging on the doggie bed in popsicle heaven!


Well the morning after "the day of popsicle heaven" Ruth woke up and I went to change her diaper like normal. When I opened it up I found popsicle poo...it was neon green! All things considered, I guess there could be worse consequences to making bad promises!