The kid has this thing about spending time with me. If she doesn't get my attention, she finds a way to put her hands in my pocket.... which starts the "Joey" skit.
(lord help me if I have no pockets at the time)
Regardless of where we presently are, if she turns on the "Joey" everyone around us knows.
She starts singing at the top of her lungs in a fake British access about "I'm your Joey in your pocket mum" and "don't forget your Joey mum"....
I usually end up a pile of mom and teen giggling pissy mess. Meaning I'm pissed and laughing at the same time. Poor people around us, surely they have to think she's mentally special....
But she's my Joey.
My incredibly athletic 116 lb Joey who wants my attention "right-the-fuck-now-please" lol