We had Ruby and Chapin over for a play date this afternoon and the kids decided they wanted a Kids Club. So they made a sign. Well, Ezra made a sign.
What he was trying to say was:
Members: Ruby, Chapin, Ezra, Finn
Kids Club. No grown-ups allowed. If you come in you will be punched in the butthole.
Lovely. But seeing as he spelled it “panched in the bat hol” I just have to laugh. Needless to say, Cari and I stayed away. Neither of us wanted to be panched in the bat hol.