A little girl with the sweetest little lisp walked in to the pet store. She asked the man who worked there, "Excuthe me mithter, can I hath some cwickets?" As the man's heart melts, he replied, "Would you like a bwown cwicket? Or a soft fuwwy bwack cwicket?" The little girl blushed and rocked back and forth on her feet and replied, "I don't think my pet chameleon really gives a thit."