I has beed tellin' everbody what my big little older sister's name bees Betsy Wetsy acause I thunk it were funny, so a course she hadda go an' tole on me. Momma sayed, you is a bad boy for to make yous sister cry, George! Which, I tole Momma; well cryin' prawly bees wetsy, don't it? Then I gotted grounded. Girls is so stupid I can't not hardly stand up. An' I is sticked atween stoo-an'-ped jus' like peanut butter an' pyjamas in a sangwitch.