He wanted to have a birthday potty!
He wanted arrays. It had to be reiterated several times before it was sorted out.
Because he wanted to feel his oats!
Holy crap.
It was low hanging fruit.
Page two of Google
Me: Woof woof woof! Her: Who let the boys out ! Me: Woof woof woof! Her: KIDS ARE IN THE STREET! Me: I'm going..
A. Electricity.
About a wick !
There was a birthday potty.