Disabled Chronicles, No. 23847
Yesterday morning, laying on my left side on my bed, bundled up like a burrito:
Me: Can you roll me forwards please?
Nephew: (Stands in front of my bed, grabs behind my knee and my shoulder and rolls me towards him)
Me: (Begins to yawn and make this weird high-pitched sound)
Nephew: what was that?!
Me: (finishes yawn) Oh, sorry! Whew! I was stretching while you rolled me forwards.
Nephew: (begins to laugh at me) That sounded like a dying koala! 😂😂😂
Me: What?! A dying koala?! really?!
Nephew: Yes! Please don’t do that again! 😂😂😑
Me: I’m sorry but those koala are gonna have to keep dying.