Once we got inside of Little Caesars, I felt a tug at the bottom of my sweatshirt and looked down to find Summer standing there...
"Hey Bictor...come here"
So I drop down to her level at which point she jabs her index finger in my face and says, without a trace of sweet in her:
"DON'T fuhget tha Kwazy Bwead Bictor..."
As if!
She proceeded to say it 2 more times before we left the store...all with the added emphasis only an index finger can provide.
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