It's only on rare occasions that Andrew sits still on the couch for more than 20 minutes (coincidentally, the length of a Dora The Explorer episode). But, after reclining on the couch for over an hour, Andrew just announced, "I'm sick."
Having suffered through an unusually whiny morning, Dave and I became alarmed and began barraging him with questions.
"What do you mean, Andrew?"-"Do you feel crummy?"-"Does your tummy hurt?"-"HOW are you sick?!"
In his most enfeebled voice, he said, "I need some Tyyyy-enol."
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