The child with a fever has just sprayed the remains of his orange juice out of a straw. On the breakfast table. And my tea. And me.
I can tell you, we're singing, ala Henry Higgins, "When his fever comes back, he'll regret it. Should we treat him kindly, or give him the treatment he deserves?!"
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