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.
