As we were eating dinner tonight the following conversation took place:
Dillon: I have a hard time sleeping every night because I am having a hard time breathing out of my nose. I try blowing my nose, but nothing comes out.
Me: Oh, poor boy. Do you have a stuffy nose?
Dillon: (spoken with great seriousness) My nose is constipated.
Much hidden laughter then ensued by Doug and myself.
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I read that to Mike and we both got a good laugh. Dillon never lets us down.
That's hilarious.
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