Popsicles

A couple of weeks ago we had some kids with the stomach flu, so Grandma Fredericks graciously went to the grocery store and bought us a few necessary items to get us through the stomach flu, including a big bag of Popsicles. That night we put William to bed and thought he was down for the night. Later on Joe and I went to bed. Matt had woken up so I was feeding him downstairs when Joe was greeted by a sad little boy in our room. William had come in all wet. Joe changed him and put him back in bed. I put Matt back in bed and William came out. He was saying wet, wet. I went to his bed and felt his bed was all wet. I turned on the hall light and the realisation hit; William had gone to the freezer and gotten the entire bag of popsicles and took them to bed with him. He had fallen asleep with them and they had melted all over the place. They luckily had melted all over his sheets and not onto the floor. I scooped up the sheets and through them in the garbage, they were a lost cause of yellow, blue, green, red, and purple goo all over the sheets. I put new sheets on the bed and he went back to bed. The next morning I was getting him dressed and his entire right side looked like it was bruised from all the dye. I thought, "Oh I better not take you out in public today!" He soaked in the tub for a long time that day and the "bruise" washed away.