I asked Bella how her day at school went today and she started telling me about a girl in her class. This girl was in her kindergarten class and is now with her in second grade. Bella said that the girl is different. I asked how is she different (boy did I ask the wrong question).
Bella: Well, like she is, well, you know. Umm. Like, I don't know how to describe it. Um. Like, you know. Yea.
I told her that she didn't tell me anything and asked her for more information.
Bella: Well, like she. I don't know. It's hard to explain, you know? Like, yea. I can't describe it.
(less information than the first time)
I asked her to stop using the word "like." That was interesting.
Bella: Okay. Well, she is like. Oh, sorry! I mean, she like. Oh, I can't say that. Yea. I don't know!
I never got the full story (unless a bunch of likes, umms and you knows add up to tell a story). I'm scared that it started so early. And to think, I have quite a few more years with "like, you know" stories.
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