Fluffy sneezy stuff

Last night, my foster dad wrapped some plastic around his shoulders. Then mom used these buzzing things on his head. I wasn't sure I liked to buzzing. I went closer to mom to sniff it out. She told me to move over unless I wanted a haircut, too. What's a haircut? Can you eat it? Then I saw stuff falling on the floor. Must be food. I moved in to sniff it. Achoo! Sniff. Achoo! Sniff. Achoo! It tickles my nose. Sniff. Achoo! Sniff. Achoo!  

 

"Bart! Go lay down..."   

 

Achoo!