"Mama, where's my moniker?"
"Well we sometimes call you ittybit ..."
"NO. my MON-I-KER!!! My MON-I-KER!"
"Oh, I think the dog took it."
"Probably because she doesn't have any appreciation for the blues. ... I'm kidding. ... It's probably under the sofa cushion?"
"Because your dad doesn't have any appreciation for the blues."
"How did you know it was dare, do?
"I knew where it was because I'm psychic?"
** I imagine in a few years from now she's catch on to me, and when she does her response would go something like this:
"No, Mama. I think maybe it is YOU who doesn't appreciate the blues."