Today I woke up, threw open my bedroom windows, and shouted: “Boy! What day is it?”
“It’s the Fourth of July, sir!” he responded.
“Oh good!” I exclaimed. “I thought I missed it!”
“Psych! It’s the 5th! You totally missed it, you big dummy!”
He then gave me the finger and darted away on his Razor scooter.
The End.