ME (enthusiastically singing): Shake, shake, shake! Shake, shake, shake! Shake your booty! Shake your BOOTY!
LUCY (shaking her little butt in the air): Mommy, now sing “Shake my HOOSY!”
ME (stopping abruptly): Shake your what? What did you just say?
LUCY (proudly): My hoosy!
ME (nervously): And what is a “hoosy” exactly?
LUCY (pointing down emphatically to her frontal region): This!
ME (on the verge of a heart attack): Umm, what are you pointing to?
LUCY: MY HOOSY! I told you, Mommy.
ME: But, where is it exactly?
LUCY (laughing): Can't you see? It’s my BELLY!
ME (so very relieved): Your belly is not a hoosy. Let's not call it that, okay?
LUCY: But it’s just a made-up word, Mommy!
ME: You didn’t hear something that rhymes with “hoosy” anywhere?
LUCY: No, silly! Of course not!
ME: Well, then let’s make up a new word, okay?
LUCY: Like blop?
ME: Much better.
LUCY: Now can we dance?
ME (heading to the kitchen for a drink): Pretty sure the dance party is over.