Oh. I wasn't wearing my glasses. It sounded so promising. BTW, did I ever tell about the little platinum blonde pigtailed girl who was the first to make me cry? We were five and on our first play date at my place. We were coloring, me and my Planet of the Apes brown scribbles, and her with her perfectly blended light blue birds of the world or whatever the hell it was.

She asked me what my favorite crayon was. I was eager to tell her. Then she held it up to my face and snapped it in two with a big smile on her face. Periwinkle was my fragile heart.

But I did what any strong and well-adjusted burgeoning young lad would do. I started bawling and my father had to take her home. I think mom made me a grilled cheese with the crust cut off, so it wasn't all bad.

Pffft.. "But two crayons better than one!"... *LIAR!!* Get out of my play room you five and dime harlot!