“Sam, which of your friends do you think will be there tonight?”
“Well, Michael, Mia, and [REDACTED]. But [REDACTED] isn’t always my friend. He’s my enemy.”
“Your what?”
“My enemy. He’s my enemy.”
“Sam, you’re four. You can’t have enemies. It’s in the Geneva Convention or something.”
“But sometimes [REDACTED] isn’t nice to me. But sometimes he is. So I guess he’s my frienemy.”
“Your frienemy?”
“Yeah.”
“…Okay. You can have a frienemy. But just one.”
“Okay.”
Frienemy. Neurons are dancing in my brain.
Say it out loud. That helps. 🙂
That’s awesome! That story made my day.
I believe Sex in the City originally coined this term. And no, I would never let my children watch Sex in the City! : )
Haha! That’s awesome. Our new (well 1-year-old) Fox-installed general manager uses this word all the time, but he spells it “frenemy.”
If a 4 year old is using it of course they must be teaching it in school now which means it is totally correct.