Great

Little Dill Y is a great kid. He's great because he doesn't know enough words to say what's on his little mind, which is great because we don’t have to listen to him complain, which is great because we don’t want to listen to him complain, which is great because he’ll have plenty of time to complain when he grows up and learns about clowns, zombies and Bon Jovi. His mother, Jill Y, is very creative when it comes to dressing him up and making him look ridiculous but Dill Y is starting to understand what creativity is all about. Don't ask me how he's doing it but he's beginning to learn how to express himself fairly eloquently: