Fred, Ted, Ned, Bed, Head, Thread, Dead. (My life is one big rhyme.)

“What’s wrong, Sasha? You don’t seem like yourself this morning.”

“Nah.  I don’t feel so good.  I cranky!” she said with a pout.

“Well, I guess you got up on the wrong side of the bed.”  I said with a smile. 

  

Coloring, Francis said, “That never happens to me.”  She looked at up and stated matter-of factly, “My bed is up against the wall.”

Of course it is.