Scene: Me, getting dressed for the day. Finny, standing beside me.
F: Mumma lots of moles on back (tone of disgust). Yucky.
M: Ummm. That's true (slightly saddened expression on face)
F: Sorry Mumma. Sorry for saying yucky...
M: That's ok Finny (which it is, but barely). You can tell mummy if you think something is yucky. You think they are yucky?
F: (long hesitation...note of desperate confession with accompanying sad nod) Kinda Mumma. Kinda nice. Kinda yucky. Sorry.