"Hi. Dis is Tommy. Mumma can't talk cause she's sick. She has a sore froat. Cause Ben was sick, and den Jo-Jo was sick, and den I was sick. And I bomit. And den I bomit again. And now mumma and daddy is sick. And mumma doesn't want to talk. Cause her froat hurts. And we went to da grocery store today and mumma said I could walk wif her and I didn't haf ta sit in da cart. So I walked. And I hepped mumma. I hepped carry da groceries cause I was so good. And mumma said I'm good. Cause I'm a good boy. And I am gonna be free in a couple weeks. And I'm gonna have a birfday cake wif a firetruck on it. And it sprays water. Like Joey had on his birfday cake. Cause he is 5. And he is at school right now. And I'm gonna go to school when I get bigga. And when mumma was driving back home afta da grocery store da car started slidin' and mumma said, 'oh shit!', and I said, 'don't say dat. dat's a nawny word!', and mumma said, 'You're right. I'm sorry. We almost slid right into that snowbank.'. And den I said, 'you should be careful, mumma', and she said, 'I'm trying, honey.'. Cause it is snowing outside again. And I'm sicka da snow. I just want summheir. Cause den I can..."
"Tommy," (croak, cough, hack) "what are you doing?"
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