Wonderboy: My hearing aids aren’t working.
Me: Oh, are your batteries dead?
Me: Do you need new batteries?
Me: Come here, let me check your hearing aids.
Wonderboy: I think my batteries got dead.
(And yes, we can communicate in sign language as well, but during this conversation I was holding a plate in one hand and a giant slice of pizza in the other. Priorities.)
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