The small girl leans in, her face a picture of concern, completely oblivious to the prior conversation.<br/><br/>and then she says in an equally hushed tone<br/><br/>"...Iss rude to whissper..."<br/><br/>she leans in closer<br/><br/>"...Least, that'ss what youss always told me..."<br/><br/>She sits back smugly and finishes her mashed potatoes, at one point having trouble keeping it on the end of her fork.