Laundrylollipop

Fiona loves going to the laundromat (go figure). Usually when we go the place is reasonably empty so she can run around, and there's a ramp leading from the washers to the dryers that she loves to navigate. She likes to sit on the stepstool in front of the washers that's intended for people who need a boost to get the detergent poured in up top. There are chairs to climb up and down. And when the weather's warm she can go inside and outside as often as she likes (or as often as Daddy can tolerate it), just like when she's visiting grandparents.

The other day the laundromat was a bit crowded and it was cold and windy out, so she wasn't able to go through her regular routine. On the other hand, the man who runs the laundromat gave her a lollipop, which she took about half an hour to consume (with an assist from her sweater--after a look at her outfit it seemed to me the guy was very savvy about insuring he'd have more business). For the rest of the day after we got home Fiona would see me putting fabric softener away or taking a pile of clothes into the bedroom and we'd have the following exchange:

"Laundry?"
"Yes, we went to the laundry earlier today."
"Lollipop!"

If her lollipop was memorable I can just imagine what Halloween's going to be like.