Youngest Daughter: "Mom! I am 150 mg/dl. I knew it! I think I am a side-kick!"
Me: "Oh good number! Wait, what do you mean that you are a side-kick?"
Youngest Daughter: "Well, I knew the number so that means that I am a side-kick!"
Me: "Oh, you mean a psychic?"
Youngest Daughter: "A what? Ha! Ha! Ha! No, mom.... geez, I mean a side-kick. Your saying it wrong! It is s-i-d-e-k-i-c-k! A side-kick! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hey sissy, mom doesn't know how to say side-kick! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Giggling and shaking her head, she leaves the room with me futilely trying to explain while scratching my head in disbelief!
Kinda reminds me of this clip from the movie, Frozen. We apparently have our own little Olaf!