Push-Up Pops, Part Deux

While I was on the phone tonight, Vance snuck into the kitchen, opened the freezer, and pulled out a treat for himself. I started to think, "He is quiet...too quiet." Sure enough, I walked in to find a freezer door still open and a very messy one year old! Thankfully, he was curteous enough to sit down on our couch before he started eating (we have a couch that wipes clean very easily). Of course, older brother wanted a push-up pop too, so the two of them ate the last of the messy lot. RIP, Push-up Pops. May you never enter our home again!