Our new code word.   I must confess, it is my fault.

G: Dad what are you doing?
Me: Nothing
G: what’s that?
Me: Nothing

Nothing being anything that I don’t want to explain, acknowledge, or admit.   Examples: tightening a screw on my sunglasses, wrapping a present, packing a one-hit.

G has picked up on this. I catch her in the act, the act of anything that she should probably explain, acknowledge, or admit. Examples: crushing eggshells and leaving them on the counter, messing with my camera, poking at Kila.

Me: G what are you doing?
G: Nothing
Me: what’s that?
G: Nothing

I’ve concluded that “nothing” is actually a euphemism for either “none of your gawdamn bidness” or “STFU“.

Everyone needs their space, so as long as nothing is breaking or on fire I let her be.   my inquiry is enough to keep Hurricane Genevieve checked from her heretofore path of destruction.   And its somewhat rewarding to realize my girl is clever and able to interpolate abstractions.