Pew, that cheese is stinky! That really takes a toll on my mood.
To me, packing for a trip is related to hoarding: Hmm, maybe I'll need this and maybe I'll need that...
Julian: You could be the next president, Mama.
Suzuki: I don't think so. You could do it.
Julian: Nah, I'd be on Town Council. Or maybe Senator or Congress. Or the National Board of Education. Maybe I could improve the math program. Or maybe a judge. Nah...Town Council.
You can't be involved in politics and not know the F word.
I think I got more of Grandpa's genes than you.
Where the heck in tarnation is my other biking glove?
I'm going to draw my teacher a very fancy flower with a long taproot, like any self-respecting flower would have. There'll be a splash of color on the petals.