I were tryin' to splain 'bout Momma today to Betsy; but she jus' hadda thunk she beed sooo smart. I sayed what Momma bees like a gummy worm; all sweetie on her outsides, an' then so sour on the insides it gonna make yous teeths bleed. Betsy ping-ponged them pointy ears an' sayed, well, we doesn't eat worms where I comes from. So I tole her, ya prawly don't even knows where ya comes from, Betsy; an' then she sayed, you ploblably don't knows neither. Ha! I comes from right here, I sayed. Hows 'bout ya jus' put yer stupid hat on afore Momma goes an' gits all sour.