It is the third day of sickness at our house. The croup has struck M for the first time, and his cough sounds horrible! He's my little barking seal. I have to say that I'm glad he didn't get it when he was younger or I would've been more unnerved. His case isn't that bad though, and he seems to be running around like usual for the most part. We're basically running two humidifiers throughout the apartment 24/7.
Because of this ailment we haven't gone to the gym or most other places, since M starts coughing a lot in the air-conditioned, and therefore drier, car. So we've both had a little bit of cabin fever. This results in more-than-usual excitement over mundane things:
M, yelling at the top of his lungs: Bianins! (this means "vitamins")
me: Okay, let's get vitamins!
M, still yelling: Bianins! Bianins! 2 Bianins!
me, dispensing, well, vitamins: Yes, we have 2 vitamins.
M: 3 bianins?!
me: No, just 2 vitamins, here you go.
M, mouth full of vitamins: More bianins?
me: No, we just have 2 vitamins.
M runs off to play with his vacuum.
later that day...
M, saying a bunch of gibberish with real words at the end: gibber gibber blah, with cowors?!!! (the last word is "colors")
me: Do you want to take a bath with colors?
M: Naked a cowors?!!
me: Yes, we're naked in the bath, and we're taking a bath with colors.
M: Cowors!! Cowors!!
So there you go. Lots of enthusiasm for lots of things. This is what comes from having croup at the same time it's 111 degrees outside: you never leave the house and end up bouncing off the walls because of baths with colors in the water and some vitamins.