FRIENDS OF OURS and former neighbors—let’s call them Bill and Pam—have a precocious 8-year-old son named Shaun who loves root beer Popsicles. He takes his time eating them to make the flavor last as long as possible. At first, Bill and Pam found this a little annoying, because Popsicle’s melt and get messy.
But they found a way to use their son’s eating habit to their advantage: when they wanted to have an afternoon quickie but Shaun was in the apartment, they gave him a root beer Popsicle and told him to go out on the balcony and report on all the neighborhood activities.
Yesterday, while Bill and Pam were getting down to it, they gave Shaun a Popsicle and sent him out to his roost on the balcony. He began his report on what was happening around him.
“There’s a car being towed from the parking lot,” he yelled.
“Good—what else?” Bill yelled back.
“An ambulance just drove by,” Shaun replied, and continued reporting his observations.
“Looks like the Andersons have company.”
“Hey, Matt’s riding a new bike!”
“Looks like the Sanders are finally moving out.”
“Oh, the Coopers are having sex!”
Startled, Bill and Pam looked up. Pam cautiously called out, “Um, Shaunie, how do you know the Coopers are having sex?”
“Because Jimmy Cooper is standing on his balcony with a Popsicle . . .”
FEATURED IMAGE: The frozen confection above is certainly not the Popsicle of my childhood. That item had two parts with a tick in each, so that one Popsicle could be easily split in half and shared. Also, the coloring of the classic root beer Popsicle was darker. But then, the confection above is not a Popsicle, which is a trademarked name. It’s a root beer float popsicle (note the generic lowercase). Get the recipe HERE.