Mama thed . . .
Mama thed I wath a good boy. Thee kept thaying that all the way there and all the way home again, and tho did everybody there while they . . .
Mama tellth me it'th my Annual Everythingth. I'm thure you don't know what that ith, but trutht me. It'th really yucky.
They thtick thingth in me and up my . . . in there. And then whut.ever it is they thuck IN there, they wiggle it around for a while before they take it out.
I'm glad to be home again.