Desperate for content, she posts the conversation where she begs her rabid three-year-old for material.

"I wanna play on the computer!"

"Well, no. I'm working right now."

"Are you writing?"

"Something like that. Hey Quinn, is there anything you want to say to the world?"

"Yeah, I want to talk about the world."

"Okay, what do you want to say?"

"I want to say, uhhhmm... STATUE OF LIBERTY!"

"What about the statue of liberty?"

"THE SKELETONS!"

"????"

"HAHAHAHA!"

"What were you going to say about the statue of liberty?"

"RED AND GREEN AND YELLOW! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"I'm so confused. But okay."

"Mom, make Quinn stop it!! Ow! That hurts!"

"Quinn. Let. Go. Of. Bryce's. Head."

"AHAHAHAHA!"

"Sigh. Quinn, is there anything else you want to say? Anything at all?"

"BLAWADAWAKAJAWIEDODO! AHAHAHA! POOPY POOPY RRRR SHDOP BOW!"

"Dear god. Where is your father, anyway?"