Seeing the need to be more specific...

I just realized that we've sort of "let it go" (which OF COURSE gets a melody from "Frozen" stuck in my head) that the girls have, since they were wee, called their "private parts" their "privacy."

This came to the forefront just now when the girls were looking over Alan's shoulder as he was logging into a website for them.

"Eeewww!" screeched Evelyn, turning away from the screen.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"The computer said, 'We value your privacy!'"