Popsicle

The baby has figured out how to eat a Popsicle. She can now be given a Popsicle in her high chair and counted upon not to choke herself or scream in frustration. She can eat it down to the point the stick is poking her in the throat and then turn it over and tap, tap, tap it on her tray to make the remaining bits come down to the end of the stick. This is remarkable. This is astonishing. Watching a smart baby with a physics problem like this one is better than TV. Bubber hadn’t gotten any sugar to eat until he turned two years old. However, when the baby sees Bubber eating sugar, she does get peeved. So, it’s different with child number two. No one is surprised by this. Everyone accepts it because it’s normal. Bubber would never be put in a high chair with a Popsicle and then watched from across the room. Bubber’s taste buds would spend two years being ignorant of the wonders of ice cream, chocolate, cookies, and other childish delights. Child number two gets bites though. Either Ronnie has decided that a Popsicle won’t kill her child, or she’s decided that it won’t kill her immediately enough or fully enough to warrant the fuss.