Since last week, Genevieve’s oft-used phrase is, “Of course.”

“Gigi? Would you like a cookie?”

“Of course.”

“Gigi, did you wash your hands?”

“Of course.”

“Shall we brush your teeth, pick up your room, read some books together?”

“Of course, of course, of course.”

Frequently, when this phrase is uttered, all crisp and precise in her diction and delivery, I sense a slight condescension. I think I’m going to let it go.

But, of course.