Big A - Mom, I have a pickle on my leg!
Me - (confused, turning to look at what he is looking at) you have a what?
Big A - A pickle!
Me - you mean a freckle?
Both of us - (Hysterical laughing)
Since this beloved conversation Big A now always refers to his freckles as pickles because he knows I will laugh. That boy knows the way to my heart.
