Rowdy One has said these things in the last 24 hrs:
"Mommy, I have a mosquito bite in my mouth."
To which Wise One said, a bit sarcastically, "Why? Did you sleep with your mouth open?"
"Honey, that is an ulcer."
"Okay, fine, I have a mosquito bit ulcer in my mouth but it hurts!"
Now he just came in a told me something is wrong with his throat.
"Is it hurting?"
"Is it scratchy?"
Get ready for the whinniest voice possible.
"No! It is just clogged with snot, mooommmmyyyy."
After a quick fever check, we have a low grade fever either from the mosquito bite in the mouth or because his throat won't let all the snot pass. You tell me? He thinks he needs to spend the day in bed cuddled with mommy and books and Nannie McPhee.
I think I can work that out!