"What's that *****?"
"That's called 'frost', munchkin".
She looked at the railing with astonishment and wonder, her green-blue eyes sparkling.
"Fwost?"
"Frost"
"Fwost!", she said, confidently.
I just shook my head and smiled.
"Can I touch *****?"
"Sure"
"Will hurt?"
"Nope."
She looks at me...