You would think parents know how to speak properly, right? But when I say I falled down, they keep correcting me. Or when I say I waked up. This is silly that a 2-year-old has to tell them they're wrong.
I finally watched the end of Mary Poppins, where she flies away, and I did not cry. Crying is for babies.
I keep hearing on TV about the D.C. Madam and some list of men that she has. I wonder what she does for work. I hope I never get old enough to be called madam.