Squeaker is laying in bed next to Husband. Booger is jumping around like a monkey on speed. It's only 8:30 in the morning on a Sunday.
And I'm awake, why?
So I'm doing my best to ignore the unfolding chaos because GRRRRR, Mama's tired! When Husband lets out a pained yell and I am compelled to abandon my feigned indifference.
Husband is holding onto his underarm. Squeaker is facing him with hand extended. Husband continues to whimper in pain. The inference is clear.
It's really not funny. Karma will get me for this.
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