So the other night I was trying to eliminate Christopher's wart from his knee (I think I will name it Eugene since I believe it to be an absorbed twin as in "The Dark Half") while Lucie watched on in disturbed silence.
"Do you want a wart Lucie?" Christopher asked?
"No, I don't want a wart?" the little princess replied looking up with big blue eyes. She began to make such a fuss about how adamantly she DID NOT want a wart that Christopher wound up getting off the bed and into the floor so she would relax about being infected.
"Well then you better stay away from Dad or else you'll get his RINGWORM!!!"
My little girl kept eying me for the rest of the evening, cautiously keeping her distance.