My daughter is home [ahem] sick today. It started with heart burn in the evening, took a turn toward headache and stomach ache, made a sharp right at sore throat, and ended this morning with, "I'm just really tired." Oh my. I think that I would be more sympathetic if she would just say, "I need some snuggle time. Could I just take a day off to do nothing but snuggle?" I love honesty, usually, unless you're talking about how badly my gray hair is peeking through the brownish, blondish, caramel, hair color.
Super powers would really help me when my children claim illness. I would love to have the ability to feel their physical pain, for thirty seconds. Although I have a different pain threshold than a typical child, at least I could experience the ache for myself in hopes of determining the very best medicine. I would love to be able to snap my finger, feel their sickness, know exactly from where the hurt is coming, and either treat them at home with a medicine cabinet full of choices, call the doctor to get prescription strength meds, or send them to school with a hug and stiff glass of orange juice.
For now, I will have to drive through the nearest fast through restaurant, pick up some fruit popsicles at the grocery store, stick a straw into a cold soda, find a big blanket with which to snuggle, and hope that someone feels much better after some TLC and a whole day off from school.