I believe in the playground. It is my favoritest place in the whole wild world. But two yesterdays ago, a bad thing happened while we was playing there. Some big boys took my brother's binky and buried it in the sandbox.
Binky! Bye bye.
They made my brother cry. So I said, "Dilly, this is a job for the bobfather."
You have come to me on the day of this wedding for me to take care of the boys who made your brother cry?
No, Dil just wants a new binky.
That's it? A binky? I'll get to squeeze no one's head or pull no one's hair?!
