My yearbook editor follows me into the work room, "Miss, you're a mom, right?"
She stands right in front of me, "Do you think I have a fever?"
"Geez! I'm not that kind of mom!" Really. Ask my stepkids. Any kind of sickness receives Airborne and a command to go to bed early to sleep it off.
"Could you just feel my forehead?"
I sigh and test her forehead, "I don't know if you have a fever! Seriously! I didn't actually give birth. I don't have those kinds of skills."
I sigh, "Fine!" I touch her forehead, and then mine, and then hers again. "I don't know! Maybe it's a little warm. Do you want to just go to the nurse?"
"Yea, maybe that's what I should do."
"You think?" I bet the nurse has a thermometer! But if she's a mom, maybe she just uses her hand.