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...
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