Fungus jungle

I'm sitting with Jacob on the couch early this Saturday morning.
Feeling rather cough-hack I say, 'I have a fungus jungle living in the
back of my throat.' sticking my tongue out and going, 'vlahhhh.'

Jacob says, 'I want to see the tiger!'

I say, 'He's been busy scratching the back of my eukalaylee!'

Jacob says, 'Did the tree frogs come out if your nose?'

Let the silliness commence.

Thanks,
Lauri Shillings