Pickle

Davis' favorite breakfast is cinnamon sugar toast which he has always referred to as a pickle. I don't know where he got that or how we figured out what he was talking about but we all started calling it a pickle. This morning he woke up and said, "Mom, can I have some toast?" Why does that make me so sad? I should be happy that my little boy is growing up and he's using the correct words for things but a part of me wants him to call toast a pickle forever!