Today have maybe prawly beed my last day at Mrs. Pearson's Sunday School acause I were betendin' I beed a Angel an' I jumped offa my desk on accident for to fly away. Mrs. Pearson sayed, what in carnations bees wrong with you, George? I tole her, I needs forgiveness, Mrs. Pearson, acause that beed the lesson today. Then she sayed, no George, you needs a Head Shrinker! I couldn't not believe in my ears! Everbody knows what a Head Shrinker bees... BOO DOO! I's pretty sure what when Momma hears 'bout this, she gonna say, Mrs. Pearson, you ain't not loud for to teach my little Georgie none a yous bing bang Boo Doo no more.