The Peeshwank was cast our local theater’s production of “A Christmas Story”. His director asked us to fill out a bio form for the program and the following conversation happened:
Me: [reading from the form] “Please list any spouse, children or family you wish to mention.”
Me: “You’re married to a girl named Sparkles?”
Peeshwank: “No, he’s my kid. He’s a unicorn. I found him in a pasture. He [jazz hands] sparkles.”
I give up.