"Come to daddy my French queen."
"It's ok mom, I'm sure that kid didn't mean it when he said your hat looked like what happens to gay angels when they retire. How does he know what retired things look like, he was only 8!"
"Get off me land ya hippies!"
The skateboard posse arrives on the scene.
Deep down, Sparkles knew the confetti wasn't "child seasoning", but a part of him imagined it anyway.
While the older kids reveled in their superiority, little Becky stayed strong with the knowledge that confetti would wash out of her hair, but bites from a snapping turtle hidden in certain girls' beds would last a lifetime.
Girl: Daddy daddy! That doggy found your bootoof headthing. Look, he's cleaning it with his tongue for you. Nice doggy!
"Now shake your wings for your father. I'll send this picture along with my request for this month's alimony. It'll drive him nuts."
"Ice cold lemonade! Ice cold water! If you don't buy anything I'll probably die of heatstroke. Or skin cancer. Or like....exposure. C'mon people, spare a dollar!"
Skipping rope was Katy's one true love.
Well, and tearing the wings off of butterflies. But that one was less well publicized.
