... little Chappy poppin' out, wigglin', covered with meconium, uttering unintelligible syllables, shittin' his britches...
The more things change, the more they stay the same.
gee ya think?
now you are just being sarcastic.
and.....? your point is?
Under my hat.
shush! no one was talking to you anymore.
Now, you're talking through your hat.