Micah to his cousins as he snuggled beneath a blanket on the couch . . . in our living room . . . on dry land: "I do have a sickness. I very sick."
Me: "Really, Micah? What do you have?"
Micah: "Sea sickness."
He remained quite adamant that he did indeed have sea sickness and would not be persuaded otherwise. He's a stubborn little sailor!
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He might be a stubborn little sailor, but he's also a very sweet little sailor! Love you, Micah -- Granny in Texas
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