Horror Stories(Creepypasta)

12☆Red Popsicles

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"Mama, can I plleeeese have a popsicle?"

Lilys face puckered into an adorable little pout. At just four years old, she was quite persistent, and knew just how to be persuasive with her mother when she didn't have her way.

Her baby blue eyes widened as she heaved another desperate prompt between her puffed, rosy cheeks.

"Plleeese mama! I reeeally want a popsicle!"

I sighed. There was nothing more that I could do. It was the fifth time that I had told her that dinner was supposed to come first.

She hardly ate as it was, though I had read somewhere that toddlers typically have a much smaller appetite, especially during the summer when the heat is overbearing.

It was a rather might afternoon, and I figured hydration would be at least one benefit to the sweet, frozen treat. Regardless, as a parent, it was hard not to worry about whether she was getting adequate enough nutrition.

"Well, I can't force her to eat," I told myself. "At least she'll be getting electolights, right?"

After arguing the matter with myself,( more so than Lily, I think),I reluctantly trudged over to the freezer.

"What color would you like,Lily?"

"Mmmmmhh, the red ones!" She said in declaration. "I need the red ones!"

I scanned the frigid interior for any signs of red until my face became the color I was searching for. Nothing.

I sighed again. "Well, Lily, I think we might have to settle for another color. We're out of the red ones."

"But I really neeed the red popsicles!" She begged, another pout emerged.

"Lily honey. I think that you want a red popsicle. You don't need one. We have other colors."

"No, mama. I need the red popsicles!"

Oh, boy, I thought to myself. There's no reasoning with a four-year old when they think that they need something. I will admit that I have quite the tendency to give in to her requests, so this was partially my fault.

Many would say that I spoiled my child rotten, but I had always made a promise to myself that I would do my best to make her happy, and if I was capable, I didn't mind going the extra mile for her.

"Alright," I calmly replied, smiling."I'll tell you what, Lily. When daddy gets home from work, I'll grab some red popsicles from the store. I have to do some light grocery shopping anyway..."

It was here that I thought I would try my luck.

"...but you'll have to promise me that you'll try to eat some dinner, okay?"

To my surprise, her chubby cheeks deflated, and she nodded somberly in agreement. Our little pact was made.

My husband mostly worked a late shift at the store that he managed, so I knew that he wouldn't be getting home until about ten. I also knew, as well as Lily, that ten o'clock was her bedtime. Ultimately, I would have to be the bad guy.

I hated that, but it was the only way that I could get her to the table for some real food. Perhaps, she would fill up on dinner and forget about the red popsicle until morning, when I could surprise her with what she wanted.