My Cardboard Balcony

Rapscallion by Belinda Roddie the little red-haired rapscallion is bothering me in my bedroom and he just won't stop. he keeps playing with a bright blue yo-yo that keeps hitting me repeatedly in the back of the head. if he aims properly one time, I just may go blind.

"He wears his sunglasses at night." "Why?" I asked with a small grin. "Because of that song?" "What song?" "I can't remember who sang it, but it's called 'I Wear My Sunglasses At Night.'" "Oh." Peter pursed his lips. "Oh, dear." "What?" "See, Charlie is full-blown hipster," chuckled Peter. "He believes he thought of it first."