Love is like choking on a chicken wing

I love sharing conversations between myself and Maymay.  You can't make this stuff up.

Maymay: Hey momma. Did you know love is like choking on a chicken wing?

me: um.....nope.  Where in the world did you hear that?

Maymay: Hotel Transylvania.  Do you wanna feel like that?

me:  What?  Like I'm choking on a chicken wing?

Maymay: (nodding her head) Yes.

me: Nope.  I have no desire to choke on chicken wings or any other type of food.

Maymay:  Well.....if you want to, it's ok with me.  (walked away shaking her head as if she were unbelievably disappointed in me)

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