Tidy Jodson here.
You can'd ged away wid anythig around here; a few sneedzes and koffs and you end ub ad the ebil bed's obbice...
...drying to hide.
Mommy, led's go home. I'm nod really thad sick.
I don't mind habing red eyes and a stuffy nodse.
Ubber resbitory infecdion?
Kiddies, id was nod a good day. I was stubbed in my carrier, dransporded across down, bioladed under my dail, and weighed. (nineteen
powds pounds!--ed) When we god home Mommy shobbed a pill down my throad, and she says there are more on the way.
I had to ead a big meal and play sdring a liddle to forged the terrible awbilness.
I sang the blues in the car...
I hobe I feel bedder sood.
XX Jod XX