Ellie: I don't matter which popsicle I get. I just get which one is familiar to me.
Here is some background.
Nap time had just ended and the girls decided they would like a popsicle. Liv grabbed hers and Ellie walked over to the box, looked in at the 3 red ones left and grabbed one.
This begs the question. What went on in those few seconds?
"Yes. You. Popsicle. I know you. We have met before."
Cue evil maniacal laughter and fade to black. (as the popsicle was eaten and we are a G rated blog.)