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I was just letting my dogs outside. I sat with my dogs and next thing I knew, Michael Novak drove by in his mom's Prius with his dad. I got so happy, Michael Novak is love, Michael Novak is life.

Oh my gosh.
Dad! Look at this place! Lockers instead of ***.
Drivers Ed instead of Kiddie Vice.
Him instead of What was I talking about? Dad! Did she has to go to my high school? I mean seriously she's only eleven.
It's not Chyna's fault that she's gifted.
Any more than it's your fault that you're not.
Ah great.
Another ant.
Hey what's with the name calling? No.
It's OK, dad.
I'm an ant because I'm in the advanced natural talents or A.
N.
T programs.
Yeah.
I wasn't talking about you.
Someone knocked over the little ant farm again this morning.
These little creepers are everywhere! Ugh! Ahhh! Get it off! I mean, get it off.
Get it off.
Anyway, you must be Chyna.
Welcome to the Ant Farm! I love doing that.
Um, are you my teacher? No, teachers need a degree.
I'm Gibson.
Your tutor, guidance counselor and therapist, all rolled up in one.
I also give out licorice.
Uh, no, thanks.
I had hair-covered licorice for breakfast.
Not so fast, bumblebee.