Bella, please stop, every single morning, as soon as you wake up, asking me in all earnestness for "a chocolate popsicle." I love you, and you're darn cute, but Fudgesicles for breakfast? Not gonna happen.
(Soap note--orders have stacked up alarmingly quickly, and I need to do a serious bar count to make sure I have enough. Will do that tonight. So if you're thinking about it, go on and get your order in quickly, because I think I'm going to have to cut off due to running out of inventory! Details here.)