After my chiropractic appointment today, I was driving home with Andy, who wanted to chatterbox incessantly. I wasn't saying much because I'd had quite a workout in physical therapy and my head was pounding like a sledgehammer.
"Mommy, I want you to talk to me!" he whined.
I said, "Andy, I'm sorry but I have a bad headache."
"No you don't Mommy. You're fine."
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