GR has a new addiction, y’all. As if he didn’t need another one. Luckily, though, this addiction does not entail football, bratwurst, or even his future need of an iron lung. It basically entails the sugar-free goodness of a Popsicle. Oh, yes.
And actually, considering it’s sugar free, it’s really not that bad of an addiction—if only he could stop at the first three or four. But there’s something about sitting back and watching an Atlanta Braves baseball game in the evening that triggers his need to eat half a freaking box of his addiction in one sitting.
First it’s a grape one, then an orange one, then a cherry one, and then he starts all over again. And it’s not only that, but when he’s done with a Popsicle? He chews on the stick for about ten minutes and develops some kind of strange macho attitude like he’s out to conquer (or save?) the world. I guess it has something to do with gnawing on wood. Or, better yet, it could be that he’s turning into Man of Popsicle, super action hero at large. (Lordy, I’m obviously hopped up on caffeine tonight.)
See…GR kind of resembles Man of Popsicle…(actually, I seem to recall seeing a blue cape around here somewhere)…
And, GR definitely fits the description (especially the part about being 7 years old)…
I just knew that GR was some kind of super hero! And if it has to be Popsicle Boy, er Man of Popsicle, then so be it. Obviously, if it’s Popsicle, it’s possible! Man of Popsicle says so.
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P.S. Please do not let this post deter you from any future visits to my site. I told you. Coffee at 8:30pm is not a good thing.
At least it’s fat-free. He can eat all the popsicles he wants! LOL!
My dad, your uncle, does the exact same thing. When we have popsicles in the house, he will sit in front of the tv watching the Braves and eat popsicle after popsicle, except he eats them in a very strange manner. Ask Aunt Tee and Toodles about it. But when he’s done with the popsicle he neatly places the stick inside the rapper and stuffs it into the cushion of his chair. Pretty disgusting.
oh yeah and isnt weird how popsicle man is 7 yrs old but is 6ft 2. Maybe all of those popsicles have growth hormones in them. they are fat-free but maybe gynetically enhanced.
Ah, popsicles. I used to enjoy them. But now every time *I* eat a popsicle my husband makes lewd, suggestive faces at me. It’s gotten to where a girl can’t even eat a popsicle in peace. Or a sucker for that matter. Sigh.