I was 10 years old. I was being super rude to my sister the day before our annual family reunion. The next day I woke up coughing and I couldn't talk! I had laryngitis... The loudest I could speak was a whisper. But I wasn't going to let that stop me from playing with my cousins, one of which I hadn't seen in many years. It was miserable, but I still managed to have some fun. It was raining all day, and my aunt couldn't make it. Worst family reunion yet. The morning after that, we had our special family breakfast, and not a single word could come out of my mouth!! And that is what calling a seven year old a poo-poo-butt can get you, kids.