5-year-old: Long. Me: I'm sure tomorrow will be better. 5-year-old: Wait, I have to go back
A year in prison if there's any justice.
None! If you'd just make it a day exterior we wouldn't be screwing around with all these damn light bulbs!
Son: It was all right except for some man called "Teacher" who kept spoiling all our fun!
Full Marx
Hope you fell better tomorrow.
Her parents named her Cindy so we should probably continue to call her that. She was supposed to graduate tomorrow.
PIKA PIKA PIKA (Credit to my 5 year old son)
Eric Clapton wouldn't let a bag of cocaine fall out the window.