The waitress at Sylvester and Tweety’s gave Chooch this drawing thing to entertain him (news flash: nothing placates my child).
“Here, let me write something,” I said, swiping it from him.
“Oh, please don’t write Jonny Craig,” Chooch sighed with exasperation right as my hand was perched to draw a heart with Jonny’s name inside.
“Dammit!” I cried out dejectedly, and then, “How did you know?!”
“Oh, come on,” Henry mumbled, insinuating that the whole Internet would have guessed what I was going to write.
I guess I need to work on my predictability.