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We all have expectations. Mine come ready-made from the freezer.
On warm days, there's nothing better than a cool ice cube to make a wee lad happy. I love this delicacy so much, I never miss the opportunity to treat myself. Every time the freezer door is opened, I present myself and, as if like magic, my favorite refreshment is proffered.
Dad and I repeated the behavior just a few more times ... and *voila* ... Pavlov's Pop.
On warm days, there's nothing better than a cool ice cube to make a wee lad happy. I love this delicacy so much, I never miss the opportunity to treat myself. Every time the freezer door is opened, I present myself and, as if like magic, my favorite refreshment is proffered.
Dad and I repeated the behavior just a few more times ... and *voila* ... Pavlov's Pop.
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