Ten? Isn't that a bit old for Joe?
When we get to Washington next year you won’t be there and I
guess it’s a good thing. That means we won’t have to play that game that you like where you take off our clothes.
Mommy says you are sick in the head, but she’s afraid you’ll have Mr. Garland throw her in the slammer if she reports you.
Eight and six would have been a better fake,