Moomin came up to me solemnly.
"Mama are you sick?"
"Yes, I'm a little bit sick. That's why I'm staying in bed."
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry."
"Thanks honey."
"Well, just use your words, mama, just talking, no crying and whining. I don't like to hear your crying and whining oKAAAAY? "
It's funny how that stuff comes back to bite you on the ass, isn't it?
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