Poor wee Cormac has the croup again (seriously? at age two? again?) and after two awful nights, we are sleep-walking adults who are dreaming of dreaming. Does that make any sense? Pass the coffee, please.
I like to think of Cormac like this:
Goofy seems a little surprised that Cormac would choose to sleep on the floor instead of this nice, comfy couch. However, he’s game to try anything.
Buzz is having more trouble adapting to this hard bed. He just…can’t…seem…to… RELAX!
I’m going to need some serious laughs to get through this day. Happy Monday, indeed.