Sophie, age four, has had a sore throat all day. Not only that, her nose is running, her tonsils are huge, and she has a fever. Understandably, at dinner, she is a little whiny, entirely unable to eat her sausages "because it huwts my fwoat when I swawwow", nor to drink her milk because "it's too cowd, Daddy".
It may have been a little grating, but it doesn't excuse my response.
Sophie: Mommy, will I go to school tomorrow?
Me, sitting across from her, cheerfully: Not if you die in the night!
....
We'll see what morning brings.
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