Andy/5 years old:
Mom, can you tell me all the bad words?Mom/wore Debbie Gibson's perfume and twisty beads:
No.
Andy/thinks he's on earth by accident, and therefore all humans owe him some serious explanations:
Why not?Mom/running out of serious enough explanations:
I don't want you to say them.Andy/smarter than humans:
But mom, I'm not going to say them. I just need to know them so I can tell everyone else what not to say to me.Mom/smarter than Andy:
Okay. The bad words are: me, want, hate, and gimme.Andy/maybe smarter than Mom:
Oh. Thanks mom.
pause.
You're lying.***
Andy/he lost a library book:
Mom!!! Can you help me find this thing!!! Bloody h.e.double hockey sticks.Mom/mad at Ron Weasley:
What?! Don't say that, Andy.
Andy/thinks his brain is a seperate entity he can't control
: Why not?Mom/trying to keep it simple:
Because it's a bad word.Andy/going to bed early tonight:
Oh. Okay. Cally!!! Can you help me find this thing!!! Bloody h.e.double hockey sticks.***
Me want some serious explanations.