Neil-Te has the flu now. His fever started yesterday, and he has a weak, raspy voice no matter how loudly he tries to talk. As most of you know, Neil-te is a talker, as in non-stop, talks -louder-if-you-don't-listen talker. He is officially a chatterbox, so this particular part of his sickness is driving him crazy. He jabbered away to me this morning in his rasping voice, "Mommy, I can't be quiet; but I know it will make my voice disappear. I just can't stop talking. It's very hard. I think when I drink my voice is stronger. Doesn't it sound better? (sniff, sniff, drink, clear throat) Yes, I think that I can talk again. I just can't be quiet, but I know it will make my voice disappear. Am I getting worse?"
And on and on it went! It was all I could do to not laugh out loud at my sniffly, hoarse, feverish little boy whose biggest problem is that he should really rest his voice but can't.
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poor dear...I know a little girl just like that...I hope you all get better soon.
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