Please send coffee.
The tall kid’s down with the flu. I cannot say BLECH emphatically enough. The short kid has a nasty cold and a raging case of hysterical panic about his big brother due to the news saturation regarding the bird flu.
He’s gonna diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
So, I had to call the mom of the kid who comes over in the morning and rides to school with us so she could make other arrangements for tomorrow, and now we’re all barricaded in with bucket, tissues, and leather cleaning wipes.
Brother, can you spare a Dorito?