Sam came running up to me, crying and holding his crotch.
Sam: “Wahhhhh! Lydia kicked my bootie!”
Me: “That’s not your bootie, Sam, that’s your penis.”
Sam: “I want some peanuts.”
The thoughts are crunchier here.
Sam came running up to me, crying and holding his crotch.
Sam: “Wahhhhh! Lydia kicked my bootie!”
Me: “That’s not your bootie, Sam, that’s your penis.”
Sam: “I want some peanuts.”