Anyway, all evening he kept telling me he was sick as he ran around like a wild monkey and stuffed food into his face. Finally, just before bed, he made the following proclamation:
Mommy! I have a beaver!
I tried in vain to stifle my giggles. Which didn't go unnoticed. Which lead to the spastic repetition of the expression, 'I have a beaver!'
I couldn't for the life of me figure out what he was trying to tell me. Finally, he led me into the bathroom and demanded to have his temperature taken.
DING!
bwahahaha. I hope he didn't, in fact, have a beaver. Or the puke thing that's going around!
ReplyDeleteI hope he didn't have a beaver either!
ReplyDeleteI hope his temperature was not taken via beaver. :P
ReplyDeleteAt least he didn't throw up over you. Did he throw up over you? The BA did once. And the driver wouldn't stop cos we were on the motorway so I had to sit IN it for 20 minutes. Bastard.
ReplyDeleteAnd what is it with beavers anyway? As far as I am aware my genitals have no teeth......