Winton has a cold, and a cough reminiscent of croup. Yesterday Husband and I laughed when, crying peevishly about having bumped his head (grizzling really because he needed to go to bed, which is where we were trying to get him to go) Winton's exhale went "waaaah!" and his inhale went "arck!". Repeatedly.
He sounded like a very unhappy seal.
Laughing didn't make him any happier.
But we're not really callous a**holes. I'm at work today, but Winton is at home with Husband listening to the Ponyo theme song repeatedly and jumping on the beds.
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