Cop-out

(Beloved is my husband. Sweetie is 7.)

Me, to Beloved: We should go to that karaoke club sometime; it would be fun.
Sweetie: Yeah, it would be fun.
Me: You wouldn't be going anyway until you're older.
Sweetie: Yeah I would!
Me: You don't even know what karaoke means.
Sweetie: Yes I do.
Me: Okay, what does it mean?
Sweetie: I don't wanna tell you right now 'cause my throat hurts.