Lucy rushes into the kitchen, a look of concern on her face.
Lucy: ‘Mumma, Charlie is a feddick’
Me: ‘She’s a what?’ *eyebrows raised*
Me: ‘Lucy, what does ‘feddick’ mean?’ *scratches head, tries to decipher five year old talk*
Lucy: ‘Mumma, she steals all the love that’s meant to go from you to me. That’s why you get angry sometimes. See – she’s a feddick.’ *points at Charlie, who raises her top lip in a guilty grin.* (doesn’t take much)
Me: ‘Of course I see, Lucy. Feddick indeed.’ *rushes to google…google isn’t helpful. looks at Charlie, who’s still grinning.* Clearly there is some communication going on I will never understand.
Anyone have any ideas?