11:30am: Phone call from daycare to report that Zoey has a fever of 102 degrees. I must come collect my child ASAP before extremities acutely fall off the other children in the leprostatic hysteria that is the common cold in confined quarters.
Noon: Arrive home. Zoey demands to watch The Little Mermaid. Her temperature is now miraculously 98 degrees and she wants to sit on top of the coffee table, not the couch as the couch is for babies. Direct quote.