I’m sitting on my bed, working. Actually, I’m trying to work – the caterwauling from some other room is seeping under my (locked) bedroom door. Our helper is scolding the Girl, something to do with “making it all [something].” The Girl responds by yelling “NO!” repeatedly.
Eventually I can take it no more. I go to investigate. The Girl is leaping, naked and furious, on her bed.
“Ma’am,” says our helper, frustrated. “I’ve tried telling her, but she won’t listen to me. She keeps scratching her pussy and she’s making it all red.”
At least I assume that’s how the sentence ended. I stopped listening – stopped breathing, in fact - after "pussy". I look at the Girl. I look down towards her... Eugeline. It is indeed all red. I put some pants on her, and she recommences her bed-leaping.
I bring our helper outside for a Lost In Translation chat. On balance, I decide not to confuse the issue with made-up words, and so we settle on Front Bottom.
So long, Eugeline.