“No." Five-year-old L said firmly, a bit muffled due to his face being shoved into the pillow. "I don’t liiiike school. Everyone makes fun of my nooooose." He pouted. "And it’s boring…why can’t you just let dad teach me the meaning of life insteaaaad?!" He stopped thrashing for a bit.
"Four boxes of nillas for me to get up." He concluded.