Well, little otter pup, little babaloo, little hoss-baby, you’re six! Months old. A (half) year. And we’ve kept you alive, and not only alive, but THRIVING.
I nom. You nom. He, she, it noms.
So now we’re all supposed to talk like children? Why can’t this sign say “snacks” or “comestibles” or “treats”? We all have to nom our nommy nomnoms and like it?