HB and I were hanging out with our younger cousins. They kept coming up behind us and putting their chins on top of our shoulders. This led HB to call them "head parrots," because their heads perched on our shoulders like parrots on the shoulders of pirates.
HB: "Elevator voice, head parrot!"
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HB: "You guys--if we're quiet, Syrup might give us money!"
Syrup: "What!?"
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HB: "You guys make terrible head parrots."
