Tick

Me:  "What did you do with Daddy this morning when you were downstairs? Watch a movie?"
Edee:  "Um, no." Muttering some things I didn't understand, then, "Der was a tick."
Me:  "Did you say tick?"
Edee:  "Yeah!"
Me (thinking she has no idea what she's talking about):  "Do you know what a tick is?"
Edee:  "Um......hmmm."  She raised her index finger and started tapping her lips, looking up and around as if she were thinking, hard.  "It....umm.....ummmmm.....a tick......tick a......tick a big MEAN bug!!"
Me:  "It is a very mean bug." I've been super paranoid about ticks lately.  There has been a lot of buzz about them and the nasty diseases they carry this year.  *Shudder*  "You saw one downstairs?  What did it look like"
Edee: "Umm.....it ha big geen (green) eyes," very seriously.  She continued to talk very matter-of-factly, explaining more about this tick and what happened, but I couldn't for the life of me understand anything she was saying other than "den he ti-yit."
Me:  "Daddy killed it?"
Edee:  "Yeah."
Me:  "Oh my."

Turns out nothing of the sort happened today when I asked Daddy about the tick after he woke up from his nap.    We had found a tick two months ago that Daddy killed soon after discovery--maybe she thought since I seemed so alarmed and inquisitive about a tick she pulled that out of her memory to reassure me that the tick was dead?