So as some of you may know, I help teach the youngest dance class in my mom's studio. One of them is spoiled and needs attention. Usually when she's moody I just leave her alone and when she realizes she's not getting attention, she just stops.
But today she started crying, and my mom told me to see what she needed. So I asked, "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"
"It hurts..." (by the way, how she says 'hurts' is 'hoats.')
"... what??"
"It hurts!"
"Oh... Well, what hurts?"
"My tongue."
"Your... tongue?"
"My tongue."
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry your tongue hurts."
Long story short, she went home because of slight Strepp.
