And he isn't even Catholic.
Apparently being on the brink of death makes him religious.
Anyway, this means we have been laying low as much as we can with three children under the age of three. Translation: the tv has been on for good chunks of the day for several days.
Give me a break! We were sick! (cough cough cough, gag, spit, rinse, repeat)
Lately Piglet has been asking for a lot of Curious George and as a result, we've all been
wanting to off ourselves enjoying a lot of "e e e e ahh ahh ahh" sounds along with dialogue from The Man with the Yellow Hat.
Today OUR dialogue went something like this:
Mr. K: Oh my. He had the train conductor over...
Mr. K: The Man with the Yellow Hat!
Me: Oh, for dinner?
Mr. K: Yes, or something... perhaps a little wine? Some slow dancing?
Me: OMG. You think The Man with the Yellow Hat is gay?
Mr. K: I'm just calling it like I see it. His clothes always match, they even match his car (!), he lives in the city but has a country house, he has an exotic animal as a pet and the clincher -- he has box seats to the symphony.
Me: This is a new low. We are now analyzing a cartoon and the main character only communicates by grunting.
Mr. K: Darling! I'm in a weakened state! (cough cough cough)
When he couldn't take it anymore, Mr. K took the time to go to URGENT CARE (because he doesn't like his primary). A few hours later I got a text from him that said.
"Sinus infection! They say I'm lucky to be alive!"
To which I responded "Should I call priest? Again? Also, be sure to stop by my mom's and see Piglet one last time."
As you can see, having three children under the age of three has sapped me of all sympathy. Even for something as serious as a raging sinus infection.