Me: You ARE?! Oh nooo!
S: Yeah. I need memometer. (Proceeds to take her own temp.)
S, after the thermometer beeped: Ooooh, I so sick!
Me: Ok, you should lay on the couch. I'll get you a cool washcloth.
S: (big sigh and her best "sick" face): Mommy? I need medcine.
Me: Ok, how about apple cider flavored medicine?
S, pathetically: Yeaaah.
Me: Ah nuts! I guess you can't sleep over at Grandma's this weekend if you're sick!
S: Mommy! Mommy! I all better! I no sick anymore!!