It is a treat at the compound in Africa for the children to get the occasional Popsicle made from fruit juice and you can hear them all squeal when they see Linda coming out with them all lined up on her tray. I was so hot even in the shade that we are sitting in that no matter how fast he slurped and licked the icy treat it just kept a drippin' in his lap.
He had probably never had a Popsicle before let alone anything cold in his life and it was a slow start , but after a few "bitter beer" faces he got the hang of it and finished as a pro. Ok, maybe not a pro.... but a sticky, cooled, Popsicle king!
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