Last night I had a laugh attack. Remember those? I mean serious laugh attack. And not just me either. James too. I used to get these often as a youngster. The kind where you are laughing so hard your gut feels like it's going to implode and you're crying your eyes out. Then snot begins to escape your nostrils and you start choking on your own spit. All the while you're rolling on the floor and trying your darnedest not to pass out as your laughs begin to sound more like wheezing than laughing. James and I came across a book that we'd lost. It's a little notebook that I made and we had decided to write down funny, witty, or special things said by members of our family. Here's what we read in this little book that kicked off the laugh attacks.
James Sleep Talking ( I was still awake but we were both laying in bed)
James- You could get them in American.
Me- What?
James- You know, and turn them into...I forget what they're called... Window wells! You could get them in American.
Me- But why would we need window wells?
James- For writing and distributing symbols and signs. The written word.
p.s. notice the horizontal marks on James' face. They are from falling asleep with a book on his face. Something that, oddly enough, he does on a very regular basis. I love that man.
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