well, holy cow, you guys are all fired up about french and subterfuge and runny noses and all that. It is about time I brought this back to the level. I have a new entry into the language…brains.
Abby, you have something on your chest, lemme see. (reaching)
NO! It’s nothing. nevermind (pause) Let me go look at it in the mirror.
Ok.
It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. It’s just brains.
It’s What?! (slight concern registering on my brow)
Just brains see. (as she pulled her skin tightly revealing the detailed topography of her venous system)
Just all the blue brains. It’s okay. They’re fine.
I didn’t catch on right away but when I finally caught the transition I couldn’t maintain a poker face.
She must have asked 4 times what Mommy and Daddy were laughing at.
She should be adequately prepared for derisive children in kindergarten.
blief 
Ahhhh, just picturing this has me in tears…too funny!
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There is a comic-strip character in the “Renton Chronicle” (actually, now called the King County Journal) called Ruthie. Ruthie is forever coming up with mixed metaphors. But none so devious or precious as this one from our own Abby!
(You expect me to be anything less than exuberant about the genius of my Great Granddaughter?)
But you and Mommy better suppress your laughter — it can embarass her, especially if other adults are present. And it may put a curb on future such innocent and delightful sayings — which would be a loss for all the world.
Sincerely, Great Grumpy G.
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That is adorable. Never a dull moment with children!!
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