Me (to my sister while wading through work crap and spotting the term): Hey, Ash. How would you like to have a hypersensitive clitoris?
Bella: I'm having tacos!
*silence and giggling*
Bella: What? I am having tacos. I don't want no yeeforish.
Javi: Mama, how many syllables are in happiness?
Me: How many do you think?
Me: That's correct.
Javi: Dad marked it wrong.
Me: Let me see what you have.
Me: That's not how you break it up. Which sounds right: happ-i-ness or ha-pi-ness?
*everyone begins laughing uncontrollably*
I totally needed that.