Today was day five of Bob's bronchitis. Jeff was away for the weekend so other than a trip to the pediatrician, Bob and I have been in the house for 128 hours straight. We are getting a little punchy. Every conversation is starting to feel like the kind you have in a booth at Canter's Deli at 4:00am.
CABIN FEVERI am laying on the couch. BOB is hopping up and down in front of me.
BOBThorax. Thooooooorrrrrax. Thorax.
MEDo you have a thorax, Bobby?
BOBNo. Only insects have a thorax. I just have this body with my own bottom.
(BOB turns around and drops his pajama pants to show me his behind.)
MEWow. Okay. I get it. Nice.
BOBI am also magic.
(BOB turns around and pulls his pants up.)