Me and Fibbs had to take a baff today, and Wimbley got to stay in the house and write a poem. How is dat fair?? Although, scientiffically speaking you do get 3.4657 more kisses when you are clean and good smelling.
Mom gibbed me a bite ob her cookie.
I appreciated residoo from a berry young age.
As a future president, I don’t fink I should hab to get my own midnight snacks. Who do I talk to about dis?!
You know you lub it.
When you are sitting alone quietly at night, and all ob a sudden you hear *crunch**crunch**crunch**crunch*… you look around, yet you see noffing, and deep down inside you know. The secret snacker has struck again!!
Today the role ob a sock will be played by dis kleenex box. I will be presidentin’ from in here.
