It has happened. Taylor is full on teenager mode. His attitude stinks. I miss my little guy. I never know how he is going to be when I get home from work. Some days he meets me at the door and smiles and chatty and other days, my existence seems to piss him off. *Sigh*
So yesterday he wasn't feeling well. He was complaining his throat was hurting so I got out these lozenges I had from when I was sick with strep throat. Nasty buggers but they do the job. The kind I had was Cepacol for Sore Throat & Cough. I decided to play a joke on Taylor and as I held the box up, I pretended to read "I think these will work. They are for sore throat and constipation."
He looks at me and places his hand on his chest and as serious as a heart attack says, " Yes, that is what I need." I found it hilarious.
