By Anne Gunther
Special to The Advertiser
My husband was in bed with a sore throat and laryngitis, so I didnt want my 3-year-old son Greg bothering him. But Greg couldnt understand why he wasnt allowed to see or talk to his daddy. He knocked on the bedroom door and said, "Daddy, why cant you talk?"
My husband called out through the door, "Because Ive got a little hoarse."
Greg walked away, so we thought we had taken care of the problem. But Greg soon returned to the door, this time wearing his little play cowboy boots.
He was waiting to see his dads "horse."
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