Since I don't have kids of my own (YET!), I have to post a picture of one of us doing something 'childish'. One of my great memories as a child is playing outside on a hot day, with a popcicle in my hand, oh what a life. I always had juice dripping down my chin and a large popcicle stain on my shirt, but none of that mattered to me. I was playing freely and all that mattered was the popcicle. It was so nice to have them on hot days, and growing up REALLY poor, you didn't get them often enough. Maybe once in a really GREAT while, when neither you or your older brother had beaten the crap out of each other at all that day. And believe me, it didn't happen that often, days without beatings, i mean. So in memory of those hot summer days with juice running down my chin, I give you the popcicle!