4-Year-Old Uses Amazon To Charge Nearly $3,000 in Popsicles to His Mom’s Credit Card and Gets Rewarded

Big-time donations are now rolling in as the consequence of doing a big-time NO-NO

7 min readJul 17, 2021


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How sweet.

The article in question, as I first saw written in the glossy print version of People Magazine, begins with the phrase: “Kids do the darndest things,” and then continues on:

“ …just ask Jennifer Bryant, 37, whose 4-year-old son Noah got hold of her computer last month and ordered 51 boxes of Spongebob Popsicles from Amazon — for a whopping $2,619.85….”

I feel my opinion on this one probably won’t be the popular consensus, seeing as how the article I’m discussing is one that People chose as a feature in their “Stories That Make Us Smile!” section, yet I don’t really find it a laughing matter.

After doing a little more reading and research, the rest of the story goes as follows:

Noah Ruiz, age 4, had just finished up a remote learning session on his mom’s computer because his own iPad wasn’t working. As a reward for the session, he asked his mom for his favorite treat, which happens to be the brightly colored Spongebob Squarepants Popsicle with gumball eyeballs. His mother, Jennifer Bryant, was happy to fulfill her young son’s request — until she realized the price of the popsicles on Amazon were $51 for a box of 18 pops. The ice pops were not in her budget and she explained as much to her son, telling him the answer was NO.

Ms. Bryant said that Noah began saying the number ‘51’ out loud in the days to come. “All day he kept saying 51, 51, 51,” she stated, but she thought nothing of it. Noah was diagnosed with ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder) and according to his mother, he sometimes tends to repeat himself.

Then the popsicles arrived: three large Amazon boxes around 70 pounds apiece — housing over 900 icy desserts and worth a staggering $2,618.85 — showed up at the home of Bryant’s sister. Noah’s aunt called her sister and was up in arms about the giant delivery that had just arrived on her doorstep. Noah’s mom had no idea what her sister was fussing about.




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