These are conversations I had with my nephew (I have a nephew!) last weekend.
“Mom! More chicken!”
“Eric! You punk, you didn’t say please to your mom.”
“Please!” (pause) “Did you call me a punk?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you call HIM a punk?” Points to his dad, Dave’s brother.
“Well, he’s a punk too but he made me this drink, so I can’t really call him one.”
“He’s a mas o menos punk?”
……
Eric had a huge rubber spider that he was trying to scare everyone with. I asked him what the spider’s name is.
“Oh, he’s not real.”
Right.
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“Why is Tio David in his chones?”
“Because Tio David is drunk.”
