Silly, silly children that bring me joy. Once a week I catch one of them wearing underwear on their head and screaming wildly through the house or laughing like a maniac. What gene did Mr. Right pass onto them that causes them to think this is funny?
You wonder that I blame Mr. Right. Well I guarantee I don't have that gene.
I'm dull and boring. No matter how hard I try, they surpass me in their talent for I cannot pretend.
If you gave me a big chunk of plastic, no matter how hard I pretended it would absolutely not taste anything like a sirloin steak hamburger from Jack in the Box.
If you gave me a cardboard toilet paper roll and tied it to my abdomen with a short piece of rope, no matter how hard I pretended it would in no way feel like an ornate sheath.
If you put a handbag on my head, no matter how hard I pretended it would absolutely not look like a crown.The same goes for underwear.
