*Who* has incidents with Fudgesicles? I'm not actually sure if the incident was more with me, or with Autumn.
On Monday, Autumn came home from school just absolutely beside herself because she got ice cream at lunch. She excitedly detailed her lunchtime for me, saying she had ice cream, it was chocolate, she didn't eat all of it, but she did eat part of her sandwich and her carrots. Wrote it off as a good lunch like any mom would, right? I was especially happy that she ate some of her normal lunch. Given her penchant for the jibber-jabbering and having leftovers at lunch because she's too busy running her mouth with her kindergarten friends, I was absolutely willing to take it!
Tuesday morning, as we're about to leave, I was packing her lunch in her backpack and found a leaking Ziploc bag full of brown liquidy nastiness.
Do you see where this is going?
It was the Fudgesicle. Remember - she didn't eat all of it? Yep, she saved it.
Let me repeat that for you - my child *saved* her *Fudgesicle* by putting it in her backpack.
It smelled rancid. Autumn learned an important lesson on Tuesday morning: we do not save ice cream, especially not in a Ziploc or backpack. Eat it, or toss the leftovers.
I'm still snickering about it. I mean, really - *who* does that?!
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