Today Betty played with her friend Rosie. They had a great time until Rosie picked Betty up and then dropped her on her bum. When I was putting Betty to bed tonight we had this conversation. In Bettyspeak, "fried"means "cried".
Me: Did you have fun at Rosie's house today?
B: yes, me sad.
Me: Because Rosie dropped you?
B: yes. Me not fried, mine eyes just watering.
Not sure why she feels the need to her hide her feelings already, but I am pretty sure it means we have already ruined this child.