Daddy got sick...and he made me sick. AGAIN. Ya know, before my first birthday began rushing up like an angry wave, I never got sick. Once, maybe twice. I mean geez, you hit 11 months and BAM! Sick, sick, sick. You could contribute it to this sudden arctic weather, but I think I am allergic to growing up. So I shall stop. Right here and now. Cease and desist. No more. You can't make me. "Cause growing up is awfuller, than all the awful things that ever were, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow uuuuuup! No sir!" Bonus points to whoever knows which stage production that line hails from. Bonus bonus points if you know who the star was. And bonus bonus bonus points if you are cool enough to have a video cassette of it at your house.
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