5-Year-Old: Empathy! I don't even know what it means! Me- I know how you feel.
Because they built their stuff with reads!
I don't know Anne Frankly I don't care.
He was cross.
Better not say. I feel like I'm already treading on a slippery slope.
I said, "I had to wash my hands so I took it off and placed it on my lover--I mean your mother's kitchen counter."
What do you mean what do I mean?" replied the man. He went on to explain "My son has half my genes, that makes him my half-son." The woman he was talking to decided he was crazy and without replying walked past him. She looked back and noticed his neck was red, after all it was a sunny day.
Kidneys! Ha! I'll be here all week folks.
5-year-old: I haven't had my coffee. Me: You've never had coffee. 5-year-old: Exactly.
