Despite the stories of their good behavior, the girl did come home with evidence of some sort of scuffle. She had a small scrape or scratch on her chin. I wasn't exactly sure what it was, and I was very interested to hear how she got it.
The answer I got filled me with bewilderment. In her words, "I was just walking by Aunt Sonie, and she gave me a plopsy on my chin."
"A what?" I asked, since I wasn't sure I had heard her correctly.
"Aunt Sonie was walking next to me, and, uh, I, uh, got a plopsy on my chin."
"I'm not sure what a plopsy is, Sweetie."
"You know, a plopsy."
I really did not know what a plopsy was, and I didn't seem to be getting much of a definition from my 3-year-old. So I just asked her, "Well, it looks like it might have hurt. Does it hurt?"
That was the end of our conversation. It probably could have gone on for hours if I had let it. Later on I found out from my wife what exactly happened. She had gotten a little scratch on her chin. I guess I could have figured that out on my own.