Hayden: "I want a tister."
Me: (dumbfounded, shaking my head, you know, to clear my ears...for I must not have heard her correctly) "What?"
Hayden: "I want a stister."
Me: (with hope in my eyes, because every child craves licorice, right) "You want a twizzler?"
Me: (as if the words are being yanked from my core) "You want a sister?"
Me: (attempting to block out the laughter coming from behind the wall, Chip!) "Oh, oh, oh no!"
WHO? taught you that
WHAT? the hell
HOW? do you even know what a sister is
FUCK! she's only three