T: Mama, I want an ice-pickle.
Me: A what?
T: An ice-pickle. I'll grab a patchig of ice-pickles and take dem upstairs.
Me: Okay...
Then he hands me a package of popsicles. :)
He has never once referred to popsicles by anything other than "popsicle," so I was caught off guard by this one. Miss A said something really cute this morning, too, but I can't remember what it was, only that my immediate thought was "I need to blog that." Parenting fail.
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