Gentle fingers parade

I am sitting at the piano in our extra room, and Kim is lying on the floor after doing some cleaning, next to where I'm sitting. She was down there after I had popped her back and rubbed her shoulders a little bit. She sticks her feet up and put them in my lap.

Kim: 'scue me, could you give these feet the gentle fingers? They got left out of the gentle fingers p-- (stops herself).
me: What was that? Were you going to say "gentle fingers parade"?
Kim: (sheepish smile) Yes...
me: Gentle fingers parade? Why is it a parade?
Kim: I don't even know! There weren't any animals in it or anything...

I don't believe in numbers

me: Why are you wrinkling your nose at me?
Kim: Well I don't know...
me: Are those old lady wrinkles?
Kim: No, no, I doubt it.
me: How old are you?
Kim: Pretty young, yeah, probly...
me: Well, what number?
Kim: Oh, I don't believe in numbers.
me: Don't you have a math degree?
Kim: Yes, but math isn't about numbers. That's arithmetic.