June 16, 2009 @ 6:57 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
Rilla asked for something this afternoon, but I didn’t quite hear her at first.
Me: “You want a popsicle?”
Rilla: “No. A pie-cicle.”
Me: “A bicycle?”
Rilla: “NO, Mommy, a PIE-cicle.”
Jane, giggling: “What’s a pie-cicle?”
Rilla: “In the fridge!”
(She opens the freezer.)
Rilla: “Oh. I mean an ice cream cone.”
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