Popsicles: Great Things

Last night, right after I turned off the lamp, I rolled over and kissed Ryan goodnight. His face smelled like fruit.

I said, “You smell so good! What is that?”

He said, “Great things.”

Turns out the fruit smell was his Popsicle breath. (He’s been eating them for his sore throat.)

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