Dad, It's going to hail!

The cutest thing. We're leaving a baseball game and Clay says to me, "Dad, It's going to hail!". Now, it was 80 degrees when the game started and there was no chance of hail so I responded, "What?". He said he heard very clearly on the radio that it was going to hail. We went around and around for a few minutes, me trying to figure out what he heard. We finally figured it out. The forecast was for "Isolated Showers" or as my son heard it, "ICEolated Showers". What is hail if not rain showers that have been ICEolated. I love my boy!