Here is the script of a recent interaction between me and a five-year-old.

Ray: Miss Eliza, do you want to see my hands? *eyebrow waggle*
Me: *starting to laugh* Yeah, I guess I do, Ray.
*Ray shows hands. They’re a bit scratched up*
Me: What happened?
Ray: *mischievous, satisfied smile* I don’t know.
Me: *laughter builds*
Other (less cool) child: Miss Eliza, you are shouting!
Ray (shouting): She is not shouting; she is happy!

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