There are knots in my measuring tape.
“Cupcake, someone tied knots in my measuring tape.”
“AHEM! I said, ‘someone tied knots in my measuring tape.'”
“Was that a bad thing?”
“Cupcake, WHY are there knots tied in my measuring tape?”
“Because I don’t count those numbers right.”
Upon consulting the measuring tape, I see that she has, in fact, tied the knot right over 12 and 13 which is a problem spot in her recitation.
“So… you’re what, mad at 12 and 13?”
“No, it’s not their fault. But Minnie and I don’t want to play with them, so now I can count without them.”
“I…I have no answer. Don’t tie knots in my measuring tape, please.”
>long suffering sigh< “Fine! We’ll be friends with everyone.”