you can blame it on bread thieves.

when you don't have time to use a knife and properly slice a piece

of delicious, warm fwench bread.

you can make monsters.

out of

fudgesicles.

mmmmmmmmmm.

you can wear a mountain-shaped hat.

when you are a turquoise-and-yellow

confetti monster.

you can write a song.

about a unicorn ghost,

while the dentist drills into the root of tooth #19

and turns it into

your darling new ghost tooth

you can try to take photos.

and fail with beautiful

hilarity.

you can ask for it.

and i can {attempt} drawing it.

you can stand...

...more than "they" can.

Be big

and dance.

Let them laugh
and you laugh, too.

{be who you're gonna be}

you can ambush

guerrilla mustaches

are

a hipster's first love

you can find

treasures

that have traveled the world

{how is it that i get to know you now?}

almost a month

welcome back,

deer.