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." Kyle said from the living room.

"Nuh uh." Your daughter answered while shaking her head.

"The fuck you mean 'Nuh uh?" Kyle scoffed.

"Nuh uh." Your daughter repeated.

"Yuh uh, I'm your dad." Kyle said, 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?!"