Norb comes into my Papa’s office: “Have guts?”Papa: “No. Did you eat breakfast?”Norb: “Yes.”Papa: “What did you have?”Norb: “Um. Baby zombies………Nuffeen.”
Mama: “What is that?” Norbert: “Mittopappus.”
Peter: “Real cars run on gas, but electric cars run on clockwork.”
Norbert: “Walky dead, Papa! Oooooh, bombies!”
Norbert: “Oooooo, murder!”
