One of the clouds in the background is blowing another one.
Surreal.
3-year-old: A cloud. Me: No, what do you imagine it could be 3-year-old: Rain.
Thunderwear.
And in the background someone replied "You ain't got enough bullets."
Me: Oh, that was Denise. Dad: Oh, da' niece I thought it was da' nephew. Buh dum tsssssssss
M'mosa
Instead of all this "how did you get in to my house " calling 9-11 business.
Well fangcy that!
The lips are moving
Blow a little boogie into it!
Every time she sneezed her hat blew off.