“Oh I got my Christmas goose early!” Larry squealed.
“Stop playing with my babies butt!” Bertha threatened, while slapping my hand away so I couldn’t goose him again.
“So how much?” Larry asked again.
“NO you can’t have any because you are a rat and a crook and a scoundrel!” I teased Larry who I knew had already started thinking of a way to scam me out of some, if not all, of my allowance.
Larry put a hand to his chest and pretended to be mortally wounded, “Alvin, I’m hurt; I am sincerely and genuinely hurt that you think of me like that.”
“HA!” I fake laughed, “You’re a rat, a crook, a scoundrel, and your mother dresses you funny!”