As I neared the ice cream truck for the 500th time, there were 3 small kids buying ice cream with someone who looked like their grandmother. A bunch of people were sitting laughing on the porch, and the kids were jumping and arguing and trying to decide what they wanted. Eventually, the ice cream truck drove away and each child had some wrapped treat in hand. The littlest child—a little blonde boy who looked about 4 years old, had big glasses held on with a band stretched around his head, and was wearing nothing but a adult’s t-shirt—started running, awkwardly, to the porch, holding his wrapped ice cream.
“POP-POP!” he yelled excitedly. “POP-POP! I GOT SPUNZPOP!”
“You got what?” Pop-pop yelled back.
“SPUNZPOP!” he yelled again. “SPUNZPOP WIKE IS FWOM TV!”
“Spongebob from TV?” Pop-pop said. “That’s great. Be careful with it, stop running.”
Kiddo stopped and started trying to tear into his Spongebob ice cream.
“POP-POP!” he said again, bouncing in his excitement.
“Yes son,” he answered.“POP-POP I ‘MEMBER. I ‘MEMBER POP-POP…YOU DON’T EAT THE STICK!”
“That’s right, son,” Pop-pop replied. “Just eat the ice cream. Don’t eat the stick.”
When did life get so complicated? Don’t put peas up your nose. Don’t hit your sister. Don’t eat the stick on your popsicle. When did those rules stop being central, and when did Spongebob ice cream stop being the best thing ever?
(I mean seriously...who wouldn't love one of these?)