" I followed Margo into the kitchen. “I want some friddiggity for dessert.” she announced. “What’s friddiggity?” Mom asked. “Dog diggity fridge,” Claire replied. Dad spun around. “The dog’s in the fridge?” As Byron fell off his chair in hysterics, Adam yanked open the refrigerator and gasped. “Pow’s frozen solid!” Poor Claire turned bone-white. "

― Ann M. Martin , Mallory's Christmas Wish (The Baby-Sitters Club, #92)