Get Up, Get on Up

I like to sing a little James Brown when I'm cleaning up around the house:

My Nose—That's Where My Burgers Are

I was over at my Ninny's house yesterday, and I was painting with my cousin Morgan. Things got out of hand and Morgan started painting on me instead of on her paper. She painted my hair, my face, my shirt, my nose—that's where my burgers are—and my arms. Fortunately, the paint washed off without too much trouble.