"What's all the whining about?" my wife asked, as I came into the bedroom to escape the intense carping that was my son.
"Oh, his brothers were making fun of him," I said, "and now he's mad at me because I won't help him get revenge by waiting until they're asleep and writing, 'Captain Doo-doo Head' on their faces."
"I'm in!" she shouted. "Pick me! Pick me!"- 5 May 2017
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