Floofy Friday

Greyson: Ahhhhhhhh! Look how big I can open my mouth Quill. I can prolly fit this whole grass flat in my jaws.

Quill: Greyson, get serious. Friday's gonna be here any minute and isn't gonna wanna eat grass you pre-licked.

Greyson: Oh is that Friday now?

Quill: No. You know it's just Dad.

Greyson: Heh, heh.