Less go lasso a birday cake.
Come on less go.
What color are your eyes?
Come on guys, come on mom.
Can you look into my eyes?
Less go lasso a birday cake.
Wis noodles.
Just a second. I want to see your eyes.
No mommy. Less goooo.

They are green.
No.
They are grey.
No.
They are taupe.
No.
They are mushroom.
No.
Puddy.
No.
Oregano.
No.
They are shirt.
…Well, sure.
They are sandy kelp.
Something like that.
They are wet driftwood.
If it’s a smaller piece.
They are campfire ash.
On the stick that turned the logs.
They are a wool hat.
But a little damp.
They are fog on a mossy redwood.
Essentially.