We really don't understand what the big deal is. Best as we can tell dad just gave you an empty box. At least it was empty by the time Kenny got to it.
Not only that, but it didn't even taste that great. It's not like he gave you cookies.
Now there's all this squealing and dancing and picture-taking. You keep asking us if we want new bow-ties; how come you never ask us if we want new cookies?
And then you made us pose next to this dumb chalkboard frame.
It's strange and who knew picture frames could be so scary; why do we have to get so close to it? You keep repeating things like "If planning this wedding is half as hard as taking this damn picture, I'm screwed" and we don't even know what that means, momma.
Anyway, we just wanted to say that we don't know what the big deal is but next time Dad gives you a box, can you please make sure it has cookies in it?
Kenny & Frito