The conversation of the sick

It goes like this:

Zeke: I sick.
Me: I sick.
Dad: I sick.

Wait a couple minutes…

Me: I sick.
Zeke: I sick.
Dad: I sick.

Repeat.

It is also texted and IM’ed when it hurts too much to talk or if you’re in different rooms and can’t move. Email also works. Instagram isn’t recommended…