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Friday, June 12, 2009

Nothing says summer time like...

High fructose corn syrup and Red dye #40. What is it about these horrible ice pops that scream, "Summer time". My need to carry on childhood memories overrides my Mommy guilt enough to buy one pack of these things every year and the kids love them...
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3 comments:

Michelle said...

Our kids love these as well. I just bought a box a few weeks ago and everyday Makenna ask for a pop. The joys of being kids.

June 12, 2009 at 10:52 PM
Hebnix said...

I love those! Usually get a box of them and keep a few, give the rest to my nieces.
So cute with the look of panic on her face when it needed pushed up....

June 13, 2009 at 5:11 AM
Jen Barbee said...

This made me laugh. We had our first "ice pops" today too. Yuck, yuck, yuck, but fun, fun, fun!

June 13, 2009 at 6:24 PM

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