Since I've never had an eight year old around, I can only surmise that having an eight year old is like having a constant boner that you want to put inside an ugly-faced little doll.
Please meet Hannah:
You better damn well believe I'm going to put that guarantee to the test!
best 200 bones you'll ever spend (get it - bones?!. ugh. I'll show myself out, thanks)
Special thanks to Kwame for the link, but no thanks for the problem with my pants being all boner-y. So it's a wash really.