A friend of mine’s son has been ill lately. She took him to see his doctor, who couldn’t diagnose what was wrong.
My friend Camille has had a headache for the last couple of days, which is unusual for her.
I scolded Harold last night and splashed him with holy water this morning, telling him to knock it off.
Linda, Camille, and my other friend, all chided me for it.
Linda said Harold sees me as a father figure, so I should just scold him from now on.
Camille is blaming her headache on stress, and that I shouldn’t use the holy water. “Poor Harold.”
My other friend told me she thinks her son has a virus. “I’m trying to defend him!” she told me.
I told her a lot of women have been lately. “It’s his doll face,” she told me.
Instead of Haunted Harold, maybe he should be called, “Doll Face Harold.”