Me: (knocking on the bathroom door)
Hank: You can come in, but I am not in a very good mood.
Me: (entering) So I’ve gathered.
Hank: I am so tired and I have a cold and it is so early and I didn’t get enough sleep and I just think I should stay home today. I don’t think I can handle school.
Me: I hear you.
Hank: So I can stay home?
Me: You don’t have a fever.
Hank: But my cough?! I will cough all through class and it will be horrible.
Me: I have already thought of that so last night I made you some honey, lemon, ginger tea to take with you to school. The honey will coat your throat and sooth that coughing.
Hank: But I have a headache.
Me: (wincing at the petulance) I would too if I were whining as much as you right now.
Me: I will give you a wee bit of paracetamol to kill your headache.
Hank: AND I walk to school!
Me: Up hill both ways in the snow without shoes, no less!
Hank: You aren’t as funny as you think you are.
Me: I am sure that is true, but mind the sass.
Hank: I can’t help it. -I. Have. A. Cold.- Colds make me sassy.
Me: You will be surprised how good you will feel after you move your body a little this morning. Best thing you can do for a cold is just the right amount of activity if dressed properly.
Hank: (whimpering because he knows he is out of arguments)
Me: You can’t just give up when things get hard. This is not an easy morning, but you are well enough to go to school and if I am wrong, because I have no problems being wrong, then go and visit your school nurse and she will call me to fetch you.
Hank: I am not happy about this.
Me: That is perfectly fine.
Hank: I am never staying up past 9:30pm again.
Me: Wise choice.
Hank: Mama, I need some space to do my hair and stop being mad about my hard life this morning.
Me: Take all the time you need.