As my kiddo grows up, seemingly so very fast, she outgrows so many of those sweet little toddler things that I adored. But then occasionally, something new will come up and I'll know somewhere inside my 5-going-on-15 year old is still just a wee one inside. This is one of those thing:
Ice pickles = Popsicles
It's that old "mix up the syllables" bit.
