Henry apparently did not inherit Andrew's dislike for popsicles.
Last night was gorgeous outside. We ate an early dinner at a UVA picnic and found ourselves home with over an hour to spend outside together.
After the three of us stretched out on our backs in the driveway, watching clouds and trying to find the first traces of the moon, mommy had the brilliant idea to share a popsicle.
I got to enjoy one teeny tiny bite.
This guy ate the rest: