"Mama, don't you think the mumble mumble mumble?"
"I'm sorry -- what honey?"
Sparky repeated it with the same clarity and a tinge of exasperation.
"Sparky?" I started. It really sets her off when I ask her to repeat something -- anything. "Slow each word down, please. I can't understand the last part."
"HEEL BLAM! HEEL BLAM!" she shouted, indignant as a wet cat.
It finally dawned on me that she was talking about some stuff my mom had given me to use, which I did -- once. The girls are fascinated with it. This is it:
(Photo stolen from these guys)
Won't be sending her to the store for "hnad cream" any time soon.