I was sitting next to Adam as he was eating breakfast.
Me: (knife in my hand). Let’s cut our hands and shake. Then we can be blood brothers. (Insert Lengthy explanation as to what I meant)
Adam: That sounds awesome.
Me: Maybe not. We will share diseases. That’s gross.
Adam: Oh Lord…I don’t want diarrhea.
Me: *uncontrollable laughter*
I Woke up with laryngitis.
Me: I can’t sing this morning!! (We have a favorite song we sing in the mornings)
Adam: I will sing. You dance.
Adam: Mom, apparently laryngitis can also effect dancing.