Under what circumstances would a four-year-old giggle maniacally and then - unprompted by either her big sister, her father, or her plucky imaginary friend, Bad Toe - under what cirucumstances would said child declare to her dearest mother:
"Mommy, your butt is paid for!See...see...this is what I'm talking about.
Your booty is bought and paid for!"
And we don't even have television.
And I was NOT wearing my shiny pants.
So...riddle me this.
(I had a price tag stuck on my bottom.)