Dear Mr., if I don’t remember watching this episode of “Camp,” it’s because of the 17 head-butts I received during bedtime stories. Also, I feel compelled to inform you -just in case I start speaking without vowels or something – I kind of taste pennies, smell toast, and hear The Carpenters when I tilt my head to the left…. But I’m sure it’s fine.
Just Sayin’.
Reluctantly Suburban 