Elderly me: I made my kids steak instead of hot dogs. Him: *gasps* You monster.
A elevator can raise a kid
Child custardy
When you end up moving to South Korea, of course!
The punchline.
Because he didn't want to be a hot dog.
Take away its chair.
Me: Steak, please. W: How would you like that cooked M: By anyone other than my wife
A Ms. Steak.
A bigger target.
Nothing, it both requires swiping to find monsters in your area.
You didn't hold down the pillow for long enough.