A Brief Conversation with My Eldest Child. On Steroids.

My oldest is on day three of five days of an oral steroid. He's battling a barky, croupy cough. The steroid is supposed to help.

And it also makes him a bit hyper and squirrely. He won't stop talking.

Our conversations go a little something like this:

What if my name was Eugene?
- Okay...
I guess I would live on a ship.
- What?
Because I like sailing and throwing up.
- Huh.
Remember Stuart Little.
- Yeah.
It's about a mouse. If I were a mouse, I would scare you.
- Okay.
Now, I will do a coin trick.

Annnnnnnnnnd, scene.