Lollipop: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at two, on the teeth and then, whoosh, a percussive explosion of air forcing the opening of lips. Lol. Li. Pop.
Maybe Vladimir Nabokov wasn’t referring to America’s favorite confectionery on a stick when he wrote “Lolita,” but he should have been.
Today is a day of celebration for the beloved lollipop, pop, lolly, sucker, sticky-pop, or whatever it’s called where you come from.
Like most unnecessary-but-wonderful holidays, the origins of National Lollipop Day are unknown.
But we know this much: Humans have been enjoying lollipops ever since the caveman days, in the form of honey on a stick. And the candy got its name when the owner of a small, American candy shop named George Smith, whose favorite racehorse was named Lolly Pop, made a version closer to what we suck on today.