Brother has this excuse he uses for getting out of virtually anything (or **trying to** anyway). It's his go-to escape route for all situations involving siblings, vegetable intake, clean-up time, and more...
"Brother, no brownies until you finish your corn!"
"I can't eat corn. I sick."
"Give Sis back her baby doll."
"I can't! I sick."
"Time out. We don't punch people!"
"But!! But!! I sick!"
Clever. Let me try:
Dear IRS, I can't pay my taxes this year. I sick. Sincerely, Devyn.
This could work for me.
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