The Unbearable Lightness of Freezies

Although the skies still remain stubbornly gray, and the sounds of springtime seem to be a soggy "splat" this year rather then cheerful birdsong, we've already moved into one small piece of summertime: freezies.

Zachery and I were sitting on the couch, watching for his morning school bus when, apropos of nothing, he chirped out , "Freezies are my favorite food."

"What?" I responded, puzzled.

"Freezies. You know! Freezies, Daddy!," Zack waved his arms for emphasis. "Freezies," he continued, "are just so good. They come in all sorts of flavors, orange and purple and blue."

I looked at him. It always makes me laugh when Zack starts spouting off on a subject, right out of the blue.

"I just eat the boy colors, not the girl colors." he continued earnestly.

"Which ones...?" I asked, puzzled.

"Oh, the boy colors are the blue ones, an' the green ones, an' the orange ones. I don't eat the yellow ones or the pink ones. The red ones are okay 'cause they are for boys and girls." he said emphatically.

"Oh." I replied, thoroughly bemused and trying hard to keep a straight face.

"You can eat the girl freezies if you want to Daddy." he snickered at me.

"What else do you like about freezies?" I asked, curious.

"I like the way the freezies crunch when you bite them, 'specially when you make them go all cold and squishy in the back of your teeth..." he continued.

"They are," he concluded, "The best food in the entire complete world."

After loading my son on his morning bus and waving goodbye, I trekked back into the house, picked up my bag and headed out for my drive to work. At the back door I hesitated, then went in and grabbed a freezie from the fridge.

"Why not," I thought, "After all, its the best food in the entire complete world."

And off I drove to work.

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