them: give me that! get off it! it’s mine! no! go away!
me: {whisper yell!! whisper yell!! more strained yelling that sounds like an old frog dying…}
clyde: mom, did you lose your voice?
me: {nod nod}
clyde: yes!!! {complete with an arm pump}… um, i mean, oh mannnn. that’s terrible…
me: {evil eye}
They’ve got you right where they want you!
Hope you feel better soon.