J was strangely excited when I brought home a Costco sized pack of lunchables. I have some? I have some? he begged. Moments later he held up a perfect little cracker sandwich and exclaimed Look look, a cabby paddy. What? Hey, a cabby paddy. I can't understand this child. A cabby paddy, a cabby paddy. I pretended to understand. He knew better and turned to Amanda. Sissy, look, a cabby paddy. Yup, it sure is.
WHAT is he saying? He made a Krabby Patty. A what? You know, Sponge Bob. J smiled, completely satisified at being perfectly understood.
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