Am sniffly, have a stuffy nose and my head feels like it’s full of rocks.
Once I gave TO his afterschool snack, I made myself a cuppa joe and leaned into the cup in DEEEEP appreciation. The brat looked at me contemplatively and asked, ” You love coffee more than me and P (Red) don’t you?
I told him, with my nose still vacuuming up the coffee aroma, that coffee helped me love him and Red just a little bit more.
Who’s going to tell a 10 year old that the Almighty Bean kept his mother from going loco on a *very* regular basis. I just LOVE euphemisms, don’t you?