We're not sure when the mistrust of wildlife began for baby Roosevelt, but we have our suspitions.
Don't tell mom the babysitter is a barrel.
When I grow up I want to be a supermodel too.
CLAUS TO THE LEFT OF ME, jokers to the right
Mommy, I'm tired of drinking milk all the time. I want a tall glass of single-malt scotch too!
Soon enough, dear!
You'll rot your brain out... Oh no! The classic defense! You'll rot your brain out...You'll rot your brain out...