"The first time I remember it happening, it was a Hershey’s Kiss. You see, it was summertime and I was carefree and barefoot until I stubbed my toe pretty bad. When I ran to my mother crying, voila! Chocolate. A few years later, I cried such big tears I was finally allowed to get a kitten. Am I proud of this? No. Definitely no. But listen folks, sometimes crying for SH** works. It’s a little theory we’ve all been testing out since the minute we were born. Dave and I just had to make this funny onesie that dropped some crocodile tears truth."