Isabella was cleaning up my shoes this evening after wearing them around my room. When she was done she looked up at me her face beaming with pride and asked,
" Did I do a good job mama? Is it clean?"
" Yes, Isabella, you did a good job. It looks great."
" Is it clean as a weasel?"
" Excuse me, what did you say?"
" Is it clean as a weasel?"
"Where did you hear that phrase, honey?" I ask.
" Oh, in a movie."
I am a little slow at first but then I realize, " Do mean mean clean as a whistle?"
" Oh no, I am sure it is clean as a weasel."
Ok, honey.
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