Me: Hey! Milk time. Stupid: Who wants a hug? Me: No, not a hug. I said I want milk. Give me milk. Stupid: Okay, okay, I’ll give you a hug! Come here… Me: You’re not listening – I said I…
Stupid: Blah blah blah Me: I need your help. I was on the window sill upstairs, and saw a battalion of squirrels forming up for an attack. Where do you keep the tank? is it gassed up? Stupid: Blah blah…
Dear Whatevers, Stupid has been going on and on about the stupid words he types on the thing he keeps on his lap when he should be sitting still so I can sleep, and when he wasn’t uttering pure gibbering…