One cold night as we were about to sleep, Dana asked permission to bring her talking cat Angela, an app on my phone, to sleep.

Me:Why do you still take care of Angela when you already have Pou? Well, I guess because Pou’s a poop.

Dana:No, he’s not. Ate Chloe said Pou is a chocolate-flavored ice cream.

Me:Well, to me he’s poop.

Dana:Don’t say that. What if Pou says to you you’re a baboy (pig). How would you feel?

Me:Well, I wouldn’t like that.

Dana:So, that’s how Pou feels. You’re hurting him when you say he’s a poop.