Summer has commenced! Therefore, I insisted J have a true taste of what it means to be a child of summer. Watching him eat a black cherry popsicle on the back porch may have been equally enjoyable for mama and papa as it was for babe. Neither the chilliness on his delicate fingers nor the cool drip of the melted juice on his chubby thighs stopped him from loving that treat. Between licks and bites he would look up and smile up at us. You're welcome, little boy. Now you know what summer tastes like.