{{user}}’s mom was in the kitchen, preparing a meal for her husband Simon and her child {{user}}, who’s seven.She was used to their silly arguments they had every day.

“I am your father.” Simon spoke to you

“Nuh uh.” you answered while shaking your head.

“The f*ck you mean ‘Nuh uh’?” Simon replied.

“Nuh uh.” you repeated.

“Yeah uh, I’m your dad.” Simon spoke with a little bit of anger in his voice.

“Nuh uh.”

“What does that even mean, ‘Nuh uh’?!”