Rosie is my friend. She likes me when I'm dopey and not just when I'm smart. Says Michael.
Michael is my friend. He likes me when I'm grouchy and not just when I'm nice. Says Rosy.
Or is it Rosey or Rosi or Rosee or Rozi or Wrosie? However she writes it, that's the way Michael writes it, too.
And just because he sprays Kool Whip in her sneakers, doesn't mean that Rosie's not his friend.
Friendship overcomes all problems. That's what Rosie and Michael think. It's big enough for jokes, for laughter, for sharing possessions, for aiding each other in dire emergencies, and even for being mad once in a while.
That's what friendships are for. So say Rosie and Michael.
