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Phone Conversation with John

In the background, what sounds like a sick animal writhing in its own vomit: Daa-aa-aa-aaadddyyyyy. wayahyhahyhaha-aa-aa-aa-aa-aa.

Me: WHAT is wrong with Quinn?

John: Well, the wind is blowing outside. The rug is in the middle of our floor where it always is. It's November. That's cause for much consternation right there.

Me: Oh. Right.

So, attentive parents that we are, we continued on with our very important conversation about food. In the background, the nauseated cat moaning continued.

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