I love this house. I don't know why, but I love everything now. GOOD LORD HELP ME SOMEBODY!

I needed to say that.

So today, Foop got into trouble for hurting Poof.

"Hello, Father," grunted Foop.

"What's upsetting you today, Foop?"

"I got into a fight."

"With whom?"

"Poof. He called Mother a idiot."

"But she is an idiot. She doesn't even know how to cook!" I said, pointing directly at the burned-and- fried-worms-and-bacon-sandwich.

"Uh.. But I mean he meant it as a insult."

"No, you just wanted to hurt him, didn't you?"

"How'd you know?"

"I'm not twenty-thousand years old for nothing, boy! And I must say, that was awful brave of you!"

"You.. You mean it?" Foop asked.

"Do you know how many times I've wanted to give Cosmo a good thrashing?"

"You're praising me!"

"Yes, I am. But don't let that get into your head."

I have a reputation to keep.