Happy Birthday, Monica!
One more year, and you'll be a teenager!
Who the heck gave you permission to grow up so fast? It was only a short time ago that you were putting Butter in your hair to our amusement.
Yeah, we're saving that for future dates that come to the door.
Today, some Jehovah's Witnesses came aound. They come up to Monica. Here is the conversation:
JW: Hi, do you speak Spanish?
Birthday Girl: Non, je ne parle l'Espangnol.
JW: Oh. Would you like a pamphlet?
BG: Non, je suis Catholique. Avoir!
That's our little girl!