Colin woke up with a lot of congestion in his chest, so after breakfast we had a round of breathing treatments. Fortunately (unfortunately?) for us, the boys find it pretty routine. (Claire is patient enough, but often requires a little persuading.)
What do you mean? I AM doing the breathing treatment.
What? You mean like this?
fine...
See? I'm doing it.
Adam steps in to make everyone laugh. It always works.
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