This reminds me of a sweet story from my childhood. All of us sibs were giant PIAs. Everything bothered and worried us. My mom's response was to say:
"It's finnnnnnnnnnne" in what sounded to her like a soothing voice.
One day it occured to use that this was a verbal cue that things actually weren't fine - it may have been part of a comedy routine we overheard - or just an insight one of us had - and we started teasing her about it.
That hotdog piece fell off my plate? "It's finnnnnnnnnnne Be quiet and eat it"
Even though we are at the beach and it's all sandy now? "It's finnnnnnnnnnne Be quiet and eat it."
Even though it roll into some dog poo? "It's finnnnnnnnnnne Be quiet and eat it."
We'd be rolling on that sand, laughing, turning red, trying to see how far we could go before she noticed that we were playing with her. We'd compete to see how many volleys of ""It's finnnnnnnnnnne" we could get in a row.
Yes, we were PITAs!
