When I grow up, I’m going to be a teenager.
I know more things than you. I do.
You shave your legs. Why don’t you shave your arms? Your arms are hairy too.
Can I pee when it’s like this?
I don’t play with him, because he scratches me every single time I just try to say hi.
You pretend you’re drinking beer, and I’ll pretend I’m drinking hot chocolate.
Mom, you need to vacuum. And we need to do the dishes.
“Can I pee when it’s like this?”
HA HA HA!!!!