Pudding pops remind me of my childhood. I remember my mom picking them up as a special treat for my dad, but of course he would always share them with us kids. A 6 pack was gone in an instant to one loving dad and 5 grateful children. I clearly remember that rich and creamy pudding pop. It was soft and perfectly chocolate. But inevitably, it would end and all I would be left with was the stick.
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