My husband took my son to a Flyers game this weekend. He cheered and yelled quite a bit. When he got home, he said his throat was sore from all the screaming. He then proceeded to talk for 15 minutes straight about the game. Detail after detail...non stop.
I finally got a word in and said, "I thought your throat hurt from all the yelling...you sure are talking a lot." He replied, "Mommy, I said it was sore...I didn't say it was broken."