I’d been pushing the lollipops—hard—in hopes of raising enthusiasm. But my girls are too old for that trick. They’ve enjoyed enough bank drive-thru lollipops in their day to get excited about one more.
“I don’t really want a lollipop today,” says Ava coolly.
“I think it’s going to be a BLOW-POP,” I say. “You know, the kind with G-U-M inside!” Gum is a rare and beloved delicacy in our household, and at its mention Carmen’s ears perk up like a puppy hearing the word “treat!” At age 4, she is newly decked out in big-girl ski gear, and this is her first Lollipop Race. (I murmur a silent prayer my #parenting bribery will work).