this morning sweet m. and little c. came out wrapped up in their favorite blankets. "wrap us up," sweet m. said, "we're popsicles." (she did mean that she wanted them to look like popsicles, but it was quite chilly outside so she could've meant that too.) i kept wrapping and the blankets kept sliding off.
after a while the blankets slid for the final time, and little c. tripped on his.
"look mom," says m., "little c. melted."
