Her: What if I don’t like them?
Me: M, you’ll like them. They’re chocolate chip waffles.
Her: But what if I don’t?
Me: Then we’ll have to return you, because you’re clearly defective.
Me: Are you sure? Because I think I remember a chocolate chip waffle clause that would allow us to exchange you for another, more waffle-compliant model of little girl.
Her: SIGH. Mom, chocolate chip waffles DO NOT HAVE CLAWS.
Such is the unintentional hilarity lurking everywhere in the English language for a six year old. Homophones=FAIL!
(Dude. Lobster and crab waffles. Look into it.) (THE CLAW IS OUR MASTER.)
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PS: Seriously though, if she doesn’t like chocolate chip waffles I’m so totally selling her on Craigslist.*



