I walk back into my house from a jaunt to the store and see
the oral thermometer on the kitchen counter.
Me: Who’s sick?
11 year old: Nobody.
Me: Why is the
thermometer on the counter?
11 year old: Oh, we
were making cotton candy and had to find out the temperature.
Me: How did that go
for you?
11 year old: Not too
well.
Me: We’ll have a talk
about cooking thermometers. At least
next time someone is sick the oral one will taste good.
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