Mom and I were telling Tim about how we'd tried to convince Ellie to eat some chicken corn chowder, but she didn't want any. So then mom offered her a biscuit to dip in the soup. Ellie liked that idea, but only the dipping part. Not so much the eating of the soup or soggy biscuit. We said the phrase "dip dip dip," and a giggle fest ensued.
That giggle is the best part of my day. Even if it does partially happen because she's tired and gone off the rails.