I hadded a deesgustin' sicky day toady and it all beed Grammy's own fault acause she maked a fart what was so bad what I throwed up in my mouth. Grampy sayed, for the love a heaven, Grammy, would ya lay offa them liver snaps after dinner? Grammy axed Grampy, did you just axe me for to has a lovers nap with you after dinner, Edward? Which, that maked Grampy thrown up in hims mouth, too. Then Grammy beed so mad, she tole us what she bees leavin' acause us two makes her sick. Me and Grampy knows what it really bees the tother way around; but we was happy what she stompled her smelly self outta there.