Gram visits are currently suspended due to a raging head and chest cold. As we were schmoogling (our family's term for snuggling) on the couch the zilla offered this little nugget of insight.
"Momma, why do you sound like a bicycle pump when you breathe?"
"It's because I have a cold, Lils."
"Oh. I thought maybe it was your life leaking out."
Yeah.
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