Annika, in the middle of prancing about, "Mama, what do you think I look like?"
Me: Straining for the slender line that separates honesty from flattery, "A babushka butterfly?"
Her: Delighted and flattered, "Oh, yes!"
...............many more minutes of prancing about............................
Her: "Mama, what's a 'babushka?'"
Me: "Um. A Russian grandmother."
Her delight left, and she now profilactively announces whenever she wears a scarf, "I am NOT a babushka."
Millie is a (babushka) owl.
those babushkas look like they've had too much vodka.
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