(Girl on tummy in bath, doing complicated maneuver where she brings her legs up under herself, then jumps and does a frog kick back while dropping her face into the bubbles. Legs piston. Jump. Frog kick. Piston. Kick. Giggle.)
Mom: Whoa there, jumping bean. Are you an acrobat?
Rosey (grinning) No, Mama, I'm NASTY!
Mom: (the eighties song beginning to beat in her head) Really?
Rosey: Yup! I'm a Nastiest!
Mom: (opens and shuts mouth a few times as visions of far-off proms spent in jail cells run through her head)
Rosey: On the balance beam!
Mom: (relieved) Of course! You're a GYMNAST!
Rosey: Mama? Why are you LAUGHING AT ME?