You were in the kitchen, preparing a meal for your husband and child, who’s seven. You were used to their silly arguments they had every day.

“I am your father.” you heard Simon’s voice from the living room.

“Nuh uh.” Your son answered while shaking his head.

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

“Nuh uh.” Your son repeated.

“Yeah uh, I’m your dad.” You could hear the slight anger in his voice and you tried to hold in your laugh.

“Nuh uh.”

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