So, I'm in the kitchen, cutting a lemon, when I hear a small voice from the dining room ask, "Daddy, am I a freak?"
"Yes, Trin. Yes, you are most certainly a freak."
"I know I'm a freak."
(insert brief silence here)
"Freak freak freak freak. Freak freak freeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaak. I'm a freak."
"Yup, you're a freak."
My daughter's a freak.