Going grocery shopping with my kiddo can be.... interesting.
Me: Maymay! Stop slapping the frozen chicken.
Maymay: I'm not slapping them. I'm giving high fives. (She looked at me for a brief moment and went right back to what she was doing.)
Me: Wait, what? Maymay, what are you doing?
Maymay: I'm giving high fives to the chicken. (She continued slapping all the frozen chickens in the case.)
Me: Stop it and come here. (She skipped over to me and looked at me like I was obviously interrupting her.) Honey, why are you giving the chicken high fives?
Maymay: My teacher gives us high fives because he like us. I like chicken.
What is it that kids say nowadays? Oh yeah, duh.
Me: Maymay! Stop slapping the frozen chicken.
Maymay: I'm not slapping them. I'm giving high fives. (She looked at me for a brief moment and went right back to what she was doing.)
Me: Wait, what? Maymay, what are you doing?
Maymay: I'm giving high fives to the chicken. (She continued slapping all the frozen chickens in the case.)
Me: Stop it and come here. (She skipped over to me and looked at me like I was obviously interrupting her.) Honey, why are you giving the chicken high fives?
Maymay: My teacher gives us high fives because he like us. I like chicken.
What is it that kids say nowadays? Oh yeah, duh.
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