This little gir-l, let’s call her Agent Orange [obv, because I mean she is literally glowing orange from the low quality web cam], well she is my neon-orange beacon when times get hard, the light at the end of my tunnel so to speak.
Now Agent Orange comes with a mini version, same face, same hair, same glow of joy and hope and life…the looks on her wee sister’s face whilst she’s introducing her version of something that sounds like -well whatever she says there- and when she says “O” her sister-act’s face basically personifies this “o” sound…open mouth, open nostrils, open heart…CUE OPEN DOOR; take it away mom !
Barging in like an unexpected ravaging storm midst the shining sunlight of the double-sun dawn-break old momsy thunders ashore to ask the age-old NSFW existential question which has plagued philosophers for eternal-eons;
“Why does somebody not know how to flush a toilet after thev had a shaet ?”
…and right there and then, with that final fork-lightning thunder crack of “DERSGASTARNG” both of their hopes and dreams of pop-stardom come crashing down like a pile of “shaet”…and mine for them also…COMPLETELY “SHAETED” DREAMS !
[Thanks Ken Park !]