Entry FeedHusband, still trying to recover from his illness yet determined to get to work, was snoozing on the couch. Why he didn't want to stay in bed upstairs and be left alone, it a mystery.
Son Two decided to walk along the back of the couch, and jump onto Husband's head.
Husband grabbed Son Two in a bear hug, tickling and kissing him.
Son Two yells, "Daddy! Daddy! I can't breathe! I can't breathe!" Thus illustrating that he could, in fact, breathe.
Daughter, concerned about her brother's safety (yet not actually concerned enough to stop playing and come to his aid) says, "He could die, right?" (Note: this really was said with concern, and not glee as it may have been said if Son One was home.)
True, daughter, if you can't breathe you can die.
Son Two is fine. Husband has gone off to work. Daughter is still playing.
This is a fairly typical 5 minutes out of my day.
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