look out, sucka!

We have a very nice teller working in the drive-through portion of our bank. Her name is Susan, and she always asks how many little ones I have in the back of the van and sends the appropriate amount of lollipops with my receipt. Last week was the first time I actually let Calvin have his designated lollipop. I haven’t in the past because I wasn’t sure I could trust him to not rub the wet candy all over his face, hands, shirt and car seat. I also wasn’t sure I could trust him to just lick it instead of bite off pieces that he could possibly choke on. Apparently, I was right not to trust him (don’t worry, he didn’t choke), but he did enjoy the process of eating his first lollipop.