Mama: "Papa, you are not going to like what I think Elijah and I might have."
Papa: "What?"
Mama: "Mono."
Elijah: "What's that?"
Mama: "Mononucleosis."
Elijah: "That sounds like a Nuclear Warhead exploding in our stomachs."
Yes. I will be phoning the doctor's office in the morning, for appointments for both of us.
I must check up on the possibility of Nuclear Warheads in our stomachs. (smile)
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