My dad came of age in the 1940s.
Everyone smoked in the 1940s.
Every morning, he would reach for a cigarette. He smoked Kool. As he got to a certain point in life, he surely realized smoking was not cool.
However, he like many of his age and time period, was already addicted.
My dad quit smoking when he was 60. He went cold turkey. No bumming a cigarette here and there for him either. He got to the point where he could not stand having cigarette smoke around him.
While I can’t attest to his mindset as to why he quit, I can tell you his secret.
It was the sticks. Lollipop sticks that is.
My dad’s new addiction was lollipops. He preferred Tootsie Pop lollipops to be more specific. I don’t think it was the sugar that he craved though he certainly had a sweet tooth. No, for him it was about the stick that remained after the Tootsie Pop lollipop.
Anyway, it got to the point that those lollipop sticks were everywhere in the house, my dad’s office, and his car. Where ever he was, a lollipop stick was not far. Yes, a chewed on lollipop stick was always lurking.
To confirm what you may be thinking, it was gross. However, the other option of stinky cigarettes that made my dad hack up to the point where it scared me was much worse.
So, I choose the sticks.
BR is slim. This is not because he has a healthy diet. This is not because he is always active. This is not because he has those type of genes.
BR takes medicine for ADD. An unintended side effect of the medicine is that his appetite is suppressed. He goes through long stretches of the day where he is not interested in food. Sometimes, he complains of nausea.
There is one food that BR has never turned down – popsicles.
Every morning, he goes to the freezer to reach for a popsicle. BR eats multiple popsicles throughout each and every day.
By the way, my wife makes the popsicles from sugar free juice. The popsicles are not my wife’s greatest recipe thought it is surely her most appreciated.
BR eats the popsicles down to the stick. In fact, he often bites the stick as well.
As you must know, chewed up popsicle sticks are nasty. And these nasty popsicle sticks can be found in BR’s bedroom, in our sofas, and on the computer desk.
Now, I would rather BR eat a healthy nutritious diet in which popsicles are not the staple. Well, at least he is eating.
Ultimately, I choose the sticks.
I’d like to think that somewhere, my Dad – who shares a name with BR – is smiling about the new generation of ‘sticks’.
What a great post, it’s amazing how life tends to circle around, isn’t it? Does he like the Go-Gurts frozen in to popsicle? That was one of Mr. T’s favorite foods and saved me when he was going through a “picky” stage!
He probably would love them. However, I don’t want to encourage him to have any more sugar.
Looks like you’re never going to be able to escape those sticks, are you? Like grandfather, like grandson. But both for good reasons!
I think the sticks are here with me to stay. That’s okay – as you say it’s for a good reason.
Awww! That was really sweet. smart idea with the popsicles, btw.
Thanks on both fronts.
How was the holiday?
That is sweet, both of them with the sticks. There is something nice about it.
I think so too.
I can appreciate the lack of appetite the medication causes. Alexi was so slim at one point I had him on meal supplements. I’m glad BR has found a treat he enjoys to help compensate for his lake of caloric intake. And your wife is a champ for making the icy treats for him.
As for the sticks – chewed up sticks are nasty, but the alternatives (sick dad and super slim son) are even nastier.
Yeah, it’s nice of her to make them – I rarely do.
I agree with you the alernatives to the sticks are definitely not worth it!