A, with her finger in her mouth: Mama, which one is my blue tooth?
Me: Your blue tooth? What do you mean?
A: You know, where is my blue tooth?
Me: I'm not sure I understand...
A: Remember that time we went to Costco because you had to buy a new blue tooth for Daddy?
Me: Oh...I see why that's confusing...
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