I was in the kitchen this evening when Michael came running in. He had something urgent to tell me. He was dead serious and so determined. But he had one problem. The hiccups.
Michael: Mommy! I have...hic
Michael: Mommy, mommy...hic
Michael: Mommy, I ...hic...I...hic...
Me: Slow down Michael, what are you trying to say?
Michael: Mommy, hic...
At this point, I can see he's getting frustrated, and I'm really dying to know what's so important.
Michael: MOMMY, I HAVE THE HICCUPS!
Really? I never would have guessed.