My Dose is Duffed

Try having a conversation about Alvin and the Chipmunks when you're sick and can barely talk through the phlegm. With a three year old. It goes something like this:

Mama, who is that little hamster?

Those aren't hamsters, that's Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Who? (intelligible gibberish) and the chickups?

No, hon, Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Alpbin and the Chickups?

No, Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Mama! What!?

Aal-Vin and the CHIP-MUNKS.

Alpbin and the Chickens?

Yep. That's right!

I give up.