I feel entirely hashed for my ignorance.
Another occasion Hon. Baby reach forth and begin eating loose end of my pink calicoed apron with toothless expression of sublime joyness. While he ate he say, “Ah-Goo!” which are Chinese words meaning “a good salad can be made of almost anything.”
Screams!!! “What style murder are you serving to my child now?” yall Mrs Henery M. Bushel hysterially.
“Excuse please. Are aprons injurious for food supply?” I ask to know.
For answer Hon. Mrs Bushel grabb him to arms & rosh at telephone.
“Hello, Doctor yes, come to the poisoning quick!” she gollup. Then she walk forward & back adding groans while Hon. Baby observe her emotions with great amusement.
Honk-honk to door. Hon. Dr Ottomobile arrive with chuggs & he hop forthly containing bags and implements.
“Where is poison?” he require, calm but nervus while his beard look entirely scientific.
“Here are!” hissy Hon. Mrs tearing forth my apron. “Hon. Baby ate this heartily.”
Hon. Dr took out mikeroscope. First he look at Hon. Baby through his mouth, then he poke that glass against my apron and peep with earnestness.