Sounds Like a Product I Could Get Behind

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.”