As soon as Arin was done with his cake and first popsicle, he stood up from his chair and leapt towards the other one. But before his tiny hands could reach the tempting packet of the second popsicle, he was held back by a pair of strong arms and suspended in mid-air. He heard the commanding tone as he tried to turn his head towards the person who had grabbed him and thereby, dared to interrupt this blissful undertaking.

"Arin, daddy promised you only one popsicle, then why were you going to take the other one?"

"Because Alin likes popsicles, and Alin wants more popsicles."

Arin spoke his heart out...