Paletas

We made popsicles the other day. Tillie was dismayed to discover that you have to wait for "paletas" to congeal and cannot enjoy them right away. She obsessively checked the freezer all day asking, "Are they ready yet?" I told her repeatedly that she had to wait until the next day. 6:55 am the next morning, the sun is not even up yet, and she bursts into our room shouting, "I want my paleta!"

She enjoyed a paleta that afternoon with her dear friend Micah.

Transcript: "You can't have my paleta! No me molestas Django!"