Q. What do you call it when your garrulous, inquisitive, and "inside-voice" challenged five year old loses his voice?
A. A tiny slice of heaven, my friends. A tiny, quiet slice of heaven.
Q. What do you say to yourself when you feel your own throat starting to get sore?
A. I've got five dozen cookies to bake, grocery shopping for ingredients for those cookies, birthday presents to wrap, Christmas presents to wrap, and two parties to attend this weekend. Like hell I'm getting sick.
Q. What do you tell your husband when he offers to go to the post office for you and put stamps on all the Christmas cards that have yet to be sent out due to said sick five year old?
A. You're a doll, now did you remember to double-stamp the Canada ones?
Q. What do you want AAA to know after telling you your subscription has expired when you call them stranded with a flat tire on the side of the road and your son in the car? Thus necessitating a call to your husband who has to take off work for three hours to help you. And your subscription wasn't expired at all?
A. You guys had better be giving me a full freakin' year for free.