Gaga the Toddler

As soon as Gaga sat down, she began to suck her thumb.

"New habit?" John asked.

Gaga removed her thumb from her mouth. "I came to ask you a question."

"And what's that?"

Gaga looked confused. "Uh, um, why is the sky blue?"

"Well, it's complicated, but it has something to do with light refraction." John smirked.

"Light wefwaction?" Gaga asked, her voice now slightly higher pitched.

"Yes, now is that all?"

Gaga looked around until she saw a notepad. "Um, Gaga dwaw pwease?"

"You want to draw pictures?" John asked. Gaga giggled and clapped her hands. John smirked and tossed her the pad and a few pencils. Gaga began to scribble on the paper, humming happily.

"I finished!" she cried, holding up the amalgamation of lines that didn't really form any coherent picture.

"It looks good," John said.

"Yay!" Gaga clapped. Then she blushed.

"Is something wrong, Gaga?" John asked.

"Why I acting and speaking wike toddwer?"

"Do you like it?" John asked. "Is it making you horny?"

Gaga blushed again and nodded. "Gaga hooooowwwwnnny!"

"Well, tell you what," John said. "I'll treat you like a toddler from now on. Specifically, like my toddler daughter. How's that sound?"

Gaga nodded. "Dada!"