In the car on the way to church, Sally went on and on about something (sorry, but I started to tune her out . . . she was giving multiple examples about something I understood the first time and using the word "like" way too much) and she started singing a made-up song about her day, and the word "football" was uttered . . .
Samuel: "I like football too."
Me: (seeing an end to the monologue) "Really, Samuel? What do you like about football?"
Samuel: "Me have football my house!"
Me: "Yes, but what do you LIKE about football?"
Samuel: "Frowing." (pause to think) "Frowing it."
Sally: "I like it when Daddy watches football, and when he takes me with him to B's house, and I can play with E and A, and like, we play in the backyard, and we like play games, and Daddy and B yell at the TV's, and like say GO GO GO and GET THAT and like . . . . . . . . "
Sorry son. Conversation time over.