Oh, Fiddle-de-dee

After lunch yesterday Emma hopped down from her highchair and I had to stop her on her way out of the kitchen so that I could wipe her face and hands.  As I did so, I noticed that the side of her calf was bleeding from a many-times-scratched mosquito bite.  I pointed it out to her.  She’s obviously not one to be bothered by such things as her response was “Oh, we can take care of that to-MY-yo [tomorrow].”