"Now, now David, you know very well that the silverware stays in the kitchen."

"Opayphphpht.", he said with a slight studder.

"Put it back.", the care taking woman said.

"Ip cowd."

"Yes, I know it's cold. It's made of metal. Metal is cold.

"Moo peepee make warm.", David said as a warm puddle erupted from his pants and on to the floor.

"Now look what you've done. I'll go get a mop. Don't move."

"Need toupee. Binky.", the retarded boy said as he walked toward the couch in the corner of the room and planted his head between the cushions.

"David! You're soiling the couch!", the woman yelled as she ran across the room with a mop and a sloshing bucket of water.

"grow pwetty fwower"

"No. We aren't supposed to grow flowers in the couch."

"I gives yewwo water."

"No...That's not water. That's pee pee. It's bad."

"Augh! Aueeebbh!", David yelled as he ran around the room. "Badddd! Ie bat!"

"Stop that! Stop it right now! Guards! David's doing that pee cycle again!"

Three men in white uniforms ran quickly into the room and struggled to fasten a straight jacket on to David.

"A boooon?", David said curiously.

"We'll give you a balloon if you be quiet.", one of the guards said.

"Opayt."

Three days later...