A child named Saturday. Age unknown. Clever and spunky. No need to hold in the laughs. Rip-roaringly funny times will be covered here. Expose. Enter child to the left. No sorry, from the right. She giggles as she tweedles her thumbs and gives a polite smile to the audience.
“Uh! Mom, literacy is not even a real word!”
Fantastic! Quite on the mark. Literacy is actually a fine-tuned, highly distinguished, and prized specimen of the imagination (but only when growing rampant in an orderly fashion and slightly berserk in others). I agree. Upon examination I concur! Honest! Good job Saturday. Run along now.