She pulled down the blanket and aimed baby Sophie's bottom at him like she might unleash a fusillade of weapons-grade poopage such as the guileless Beta Male had never seen.

An adventure story is fear recalled in comfort.

Foul and magical fumes bubbled out of the kettle, like the flatulence of a dragon on a demon-only diet.

Don't be ridiculous, Charlie, people love the parents who beat their kids in department stores. It's the ones who just let their kids wreak havoc that everybody hates.

I know that even now, having watched enough television, you probably won't even refer to them as lepers so as to spare their feelings. You probably call them 'parts-dropping-off challenged' or something.

In business, as in politics, the public is ever so tolerant of those who slime.

I fink I gots deaf on me willie.