In the car
Abby: Mama, I want to listen to King.
Me: Um, like, THE King? Elvis? Where did you hear about him being “The King?”
Abby: No, not THE King. King. You know he goes (in a super high pitched voice): OW!
Me: I’m not sure who you’re talking about honey. . . do you mean Michael Jackson?
Abby: No, I mean KING! Oh wait a minute, I forgot, no, I mean Prince! Silly Abby.