My girls stopped their schoolwork and ran to the garage, disappointed that their Unicorn has not yet arrived.
The eight year old concluded that they must be delivering in alphabetical order. We are a “B”.
Wait- I’m a “B”, too. Does this mean I am going to have to wait on my magical calorie free cookies as big as my head, helper monkey (I’m not handicapped, just lazy), and the Jaguar will be delivered all TOMORROW????
BUT I WANT IT NOW!