I remember when Chef was just a three-year-old little man, he came runnin' into me with a big smile and his little chef's hat on,

and he says to me,

"Poppa, poppa." I said, "What do you need, Chef, my boy?"

He said, "I need about tree-fitty."

Tree-fitty!

Well, it was about that time I begin to get suspicious. I said, "Chef, my boy, why do you need tree-fitty?"

He said, "My imaginary friend Boo-Boo the dinosaur wants it."

So I went to my son's room, and sure enough, there was that damn Loch Ness Monster!

Lord, it was scary!

I said, "Dammit, monster, you quit bugging my children, now. We work for our money in this house - we don't just give money away!"

senses this was a late night conversation.

early morning actually

blame coffee and Southpark for the extended diatribe against fiduciary facetiousness and financial flippancy.

I give him tree fitty

Ain't no tree-fitty! Watchoo doin' gahn away tree-fitty fo'?