Channelling my father, once more, Isabella knocked me out yet again. There is just NO place that she could have picked this up except through some subconscious memory of Zane. That's all I can figure.
She fell down, cried for just the briefest seconds, then came running into our bedroom and announced loudly, "HEY! I busted my lip!"
First of all, that phrase, in a Southern accent, is just funny. "Bustin'" anything just sounds funny, when you say it out loud. Secondly, hearing it coming out of such a wee tot is kind of hysterical. And since she hadn't heard that phrase from US, both Alex and I, in unison, asked her, "Busted your lip, huh? Where'd you get that?"
Have you guessed it already, her immediate answer?
Imagine the sassiest voice you EVER heard on an almost-four-year-old, coming out of a positively smirking mouth, as she replied, "I got it at the 'busted my lip' store!"