Curse You Perry the Platypus

Beckett and I play this game, “I’m Perry the platypus,” “No, I’M Perry the platypus,” this can go on for hours and hours. Beckett will giggle and laugh so hard, that I cannot help myself from laughing just as hard as he does. So a few minutes ago I felt his forehead, cooler than it had been, his fever is going away. I said, “I’m Perry the platypus,” and he, very sleepily, answered, “No . . . I’m . . . Perry . . . the . . . platypus.” Then I said, “Curses Perry the platypus,” and he answered, “No mom, it’s curse YOU Perry the platypus.” He’s getting better.