The following cell phone conversation took place on a weekday between me and one of my children whose identity will not be given to conceal his gender.
OSV: Hey, what’s up? I’m on my way to class.
OFFSPRING: (croaky voice) Hi, Mom. Sorry to interrupt your day at school. I’m really sick.
OSV: Oh, no! You sound awful. Where are you?
OFFSPRING: Work. I wanted to know what I should take.
OSV: How about you take your car over to the doctor?
OFFSPRING: Right. How about you give me Howie’s phone number?
OSV: Howie? You mean Dr. Howard Rubenberg? Okay, here it is, and see how fast you get an appointment calling him Howie.
OFFSPRING: Give me some credit. I know it’s Dr. Howie. Do you think he takes my insurance?
OSV: Well, I can call the psychic hotline or you can ask when you make the appointment.
OFFSPRING: Did I mention I’m really sick?
OSV: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be sarcastic. I’m going in to take a test and I’m anxious. On your way home from the doctor, stop at CVS and get something soothing for your throat.
OFFSPRING: Like Nyquil? Nyquil always makes me feel better. I’ll get a big one. Maybe the half gallon.
OSV: It’s not orange juice, sweetie. How about I drive over and bring you some chicken soup this evening?
OFFSPRING: You’ve started making chicken soup? When did this happen?
OSV: I said I would BRING you some chicken soup; not MAKE it.
OFFSPRING: Whew. For a minute I thought I was delirious.
OSV: You will be when I get there.
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