Questions and proclamations

KK: Mom, how old you you have to be to call boys?
Me: I don't know.
KK: A teenager?
Me: Yep, you have to be a teenager. Why, is there a boy you want to call?
KK: Yes, I want to call Jacob.
Me: Why, do you like Jacob?
KK: Yessss, he's my friend, duh.
Me: Oh, well I am afraid you can't call him.
KK: We used to hang out in the field together and talk about things. He likes the color pink. Anyone can like the color pink you know. I mean, if you like the color pink, then you like the color pink. That's just all there is to it. No one can tell you that you can't like the color pink. That's just wrong.