Daddy says my hair blows in the wind.
I say, “Brush my hair daddy!”

Occasionally we invite the neighbours over for a barbecue and try to kill them. Today, we pulled out the jar of pickles from the fridge and after Julie tried to find the expiry date (it had faded too much) and fed them to Jason. Last time it was moldy buns.
Seriously, we weren’t sure if pickles [...]