Last night, Arianna was talking about how she had a flea on her earlier in the day.
She said "Yeah, it was like I had a mini Elvis in my pants!"
Martin and I went completely still, and looked at each other...unsure of how to react to that statement coming out of a 7 year old's mouth.
So, Martin slowly asks her..."Um, what's a mini Elvis?"
And she looks at him like he's an idiot, and says:
"Something little that hops around..."