Tonight at dinner I came down with an impressive case of hiccups. Like, gut-wrenching, popping-out-against-my-will kind of hiccups.
My family—being the kind and supportive lot they are—found this hilarious. They asked me questions to force me to talk and be interrupted by big *HIC*s, and laughed and laughed. When I said it wasn’t funny, they kindly decided to try to help me get rid of them.
I was mid-sentence when Chickadee leaned in on my right. “AHHHHHHHH!” she screamed. I rubbed my ear. And *HIC*ed again.
“I guess that didn’t work,” commented Otto, as Monkey leaned in on my left. “AHHHHHHHHH!” he screamed. I rubbed my other ear.
I was saying something to Otto (and still hiccuping) when Chickie started going, “Hey Mom, hey Mom, hey Mom.” I tried to ignore her. Finally she blurted out, “I’M PREGNANT!”
Otto and I exchanged looks as the kids cracked up. There may have been some discussion about some things not being funny.
But, um, my hiccups seem to be gone….