Maymay: Can you get me another shirt with fun holes?

Me: Um...huh?

Maymay: (deep sigh) I want a shirt with fun holes.

Me: (completely confused) Um...what the heck are talking about?

Maymay: (obviously pretty agitated with me) A FUN HOLE SHIRT.

Me: What? What is a fun hole shirt?

Maymay: (Holds up her hand to show me her shirt sleeve that has a THUMB hole in it) THIS!

Me: Do you want another shirt with a thumb hole? You know darn well that's for your thumb. Why are you calling it a fun hole shirt?

Maymay: Because my thumb has fun poking through my shirt.

Well, of course it does.

Me: Will you get me some headache medicine?

Maymay: How many do you want?

Me: Four.

Maymay: No.

Me: What? Why?

Maymay: Because you only have two left.

Me: Then why in the world did you ask me how many I wanted?

Maymay: I felt like it. (She walked away laughing.)

Yep. This is my life.