Tabitha: Mom, I just wanted to tell you that all my friends think you're really cool. At least, I think they do. And when we talk about you, they all say you're cool. Except we never really talk about you. But if we did I think they'd say you're cool. But not the ones who don't know you. I don't know what they'd say.
Blank stare from me.
Tabitha: That didn't make sense did it?
Tabitha: I think I'll go clean my room now, because I don't know what I was trying to say.