Friday, August 16, 2013


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.