Daughter: blah blah pokemon blah blah [me not really listening here -- do you sense a common conversational theme?] blah blah Piplup
Me: Plip-plop?
Daughter: pip-PLUP
Me: If you turn over that card, did you flip Piplup?
Daughter: [silence]
Me: And if he's wearing his favorite shoes, did you Flip Flip-Flops Piplup?
Daughter: You're doing it again.
Me: Yes. And if he makes a mistake, would it be a Flip Slip-up Flip-Flops Piplup? And if he's playing his favorite game as he's goofing up, is it a Flip Slip-up Flip-Flops Gnip-Gnop Piplup*?
Daughter: You're doing the same thing you did with Zigzagoon. Why do you always torment me?
Me: Because I love you, of course. If he dealt in stolen cars he'd be--
Daughter: [leaps out of car and races for the house with hands over ears]
Only a few more weeks and I'm gonna need to learn how to torment 12-year-olds instead.
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* try saying that out loud fast...