I believe your great-grandma.

This really covers all of it.

A pie is just round toast or maybe round soup/salad/bread bowl.

Pretty self-explanatory.

Reminds me of your mom!

A nice, plump dumper.

Pizza is either toast or a sandwich.

Edit: So yes, I think you’re right.

Off with their heads.

A clock was wrong. Or you’re bad at reading clocks? Or you’re asleep and this is all a dream?

Leg wasn’t going to saw itself off.

My superpower choice is to convert all of BlueberryWalnut’s no-wipers into butt mud like wet red Georgia clay.

My birthday. Everyone gives me gifts. It affects the world in that they all have to give me gifts.

No more fridge magnets.

Tuesdays, am I right?

We all went through that phase at one time or another.

That actually makes it more believable somehow.