My father was a twicher, and a caffiend. And one morning, he drinks more espressos than usual. Mommy gets the coffee pot to defend herself. Oh, he doesn't like that. Not. One. B i t.
He turns to me and says "Why so sleppy?" He puts the cup in my mouth. "Why so sleepy?" Aaaand... Why so sleepy?
He turns to me and says "Why so sleppy?" He puts the cup in my mouth. "Why so sleepy?" Aaaand... Why so sleepy?