Last night Younger Son was complaining that he felt feverish and had a sore throat. He insisted that I take his temperature. It was 97.7°. No fever. Go to bed.
This morning he comes to me again. "I don't feel well," hand pressed to his forehead. I take his temperature. 99.6°. Oh my. Guess you're not going to school.
I call the school. He goes upstairs. I wandered into the kitchen to make some tea and realize the electric kettle has been on and the water is still very hot.
"I need to take your temperature again."
"Did you have hot chocolate this morning before you took your temperature?"
"Not right before."
Yeah, he's fine.