(conversation this morning)
Me: (as I am sorting out laundry) Did you have any issues with the bow on your new shirt?
Breuklyn: No. My boyfriend tied it for me when it came undone.
Me: Um, hello? You have a boyfriend?
Breuklyn: Yes. His name is Cold.
Breuklyn: No, his name is Cold. I asked him.
Breuklyn: Yes, Cold, that's what I said.
-Thoroughly at a loss as to where the conversation goes now-
Me: So... you like Cold, I mean, Cole?
Breuklyn: Um, yes! I told you, he can tie bows. That is amazing.
Me: I guess that would be a big deal.
Breuklyn: He is very amazing. But he doesn't have any hair.
Me: No hair?
Breuklyn: No. None. (looking thoughtful) It is kinda weird, but he can tie bows.
Me: It sounds like a tough decision for you. Good luck with that.