Me: *looks like hell and whispering since it hurts to talk*
Me: I don’t feel so good.
Daddy: *comes over and kisses my forehead and feels my body*
Daddy: Little! You’re burning up.
Me: Really? But I’m so cold.
Daddy: Yeah, no. You definitely have a fever.
Me: Hmph. But I already took medicine! Oh well. Where do you want to go for dinner? We were going to go to the movies! Oh or we could go get slushies!
Daddy: You’re not moving.
Me: But I…
Daddy: NO! You are not leaving that couch.
Me: But whyyy???
Daddy: Sick little girls need their rest. I’ll go get you a slush and then I’ll hold you and we can watch the Office, but you are not to move.
Me: *pouts and holds my stuffies*
Me: Fiiiinnneee…
