The unthinkable happened tonight. We were eating pizza, God's greatest food-gift to mankind, and the yellow-haired child turned up her nose at it.
"It's wucky!" she said.
"Excuse me?" I threatened.
"I don't want dat. It's wucky!" she said
"You'd better watch it, young lady," I said, "or it'll come to fisticuffs."
The door slammed as she walked outside. I turned to my wife, "Whose child is she, Woman?"