Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Cabin Fever: A One Act


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 FEVER
I am laying on the couch. BOB is hopping up and down in front of me.


BOB
Thorax. Thooooooorrrrrax. Thorax.


ME
Do you have a thorax, Bobby?


BOB
No. 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.)


ME
Wow. Okay. I get it. Nice.


BOB
(BOB turns around and pulls his pants up.)

I am also magic.


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6 comments:

  1. All I can say is, once a pants dropper, always a pants dropper. My charming boy is 13, but his random pantslessness is no longer adorable. If he doesn't stop by age 7 or so, stage an intervention, for all of your sakes.

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  2. That is fantastic and sadly all to common in my home.

    Good luck with the cabin fever!!

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  3. reminds me of the time when I taught preschool and little Alex pulled down his pants to show me his bandaid on his pee-pee from the circumcision he had just had...
    "Wanna see my bandaid Miss Tracey?!?!?!"

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  4. Holy crap...this sounds like Jonathan and I this past weekend when he was recovering from his ear infection. Boy did we have some funny moments! It was hilarious! I'll have to post about a couple.

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  5. I hope things get better soon!!!
    :)

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  6. You were MOONED today?

    If I had a quarter for every time I was mooned by my children. . .

    Hey! Start keeping track and make him pay up when he's 25.

    Trust me, you'll retire in style.

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