Daughter: Ooh, look, Mummy, over there. Isn't he dreamy?
Mother: Haven't I told you not to use that terrible slang? But, hmm. "Dreamy" may be apt, in this case.
Daughter: Can you get the majordomo to introduce us?
Mother: Certainly not. Only pitiful and desperate women need the services of the majordomo, dear. Besides, you have to tip him so much. If I can't get that man to come over here and introduce himself before the band finishes this song through pure application of my feminine wiles, I'll eat my hat.
Daughter: But, Mummy, you're not wearing a hat.
Mother: I'll eat YOUR hat. It doesn't go with your dress, anyway.
(Today's pattern is from Rita. You can find it here.)