"You tan't has this Davy, it have DAIRY."
Then approx. one minute ago she picks a something gross from her olfactory orifice and tries to convince Davy to take it. "Here Davy, I has some gum for you."
And ironically as I typed this the little fibber herself is trying to point the other finger.
"You a LION, Davy. Mo-m Davy lion."
As I type this, she is offering me her sucked on thumb, as a last ditch effort so I don't post her latest flubs.
|too late sista, this is going on online.|