The kids and I went plant shopping with LaLa today. After lunch I purchased an old fashioned lollipop for Duncan. He dug right in. He worked on that thing all afternoon and on the way home. He fell asleep with it propped up in his hand. When I heard a clank, I knew the lollipop was on the car floor. And when little boys and their lollipops are separated, it is cause for wringing of hands and gnashing of teeth. He was truly upset at first, and made the usual screechy sounds. But then he reached out his arm, with a little grunt, and said, "I can't reach!" I pretended to reach for it, too (although it was a good 3 feet out of reach), and said, "I can't reach it, either, Duncan!" I pushed a cookie into his hand. Not interested. Trefoils are not always popular with the 3 and under set. I tried another. Ahh...success. Thin mints always work for me, too. After munching on his cookie, Duncan looked longingly over to his lolly and said with a sigh, "I love you, lollipop."