Juanita has a cold. Miraculously, I’ve not caught it, despite her best efforts.
Ma: cough cough cough cough cough *beats on chest*
Julie: What are you doing?! Don’t beat on your chest! It’s not good for you!
Ma: cough cough cough cough *beats on chest some more*
J: STOP DOING THAT. YOU’RE NOT TARZAN.
Ma: I’m not Tarzan! I’m Jane!
J: You’re going to be Cheeta if you keep doing that.
Ma: hahahahaha cough cough cough cough cough hahahahaha.
*pause*
Ma: Huh?
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