This Fight Is At Fever Pitch

(I’m sick, and I have to stay home from school. I start feeling a bit better so I go on the computer in the main room.)

Cousin: “Hey! What’re you doing there? You’re supposed to be sick.”

Me: “I know. I am. I felt well enough to surf the web.”

Cousin: “Yeah right. You just faked being sick to get out of school, didn’t you?”

Me: *offended* “No! I’d never! I’m really sick!”

Cousin: *disbelieving* “Sure, whatever you say.”

(I am very stubborn when I know I’m in the right. So I go and get a thermometer. My cousin and I wait a few seconds.)

Me: *triumphantly* “Ha! 104.5 degrees! In your face! I’m sick!”

(My mom, a nurse, walks in as I yell this. I’m also dancing.)

Mom: “104.5?! You get your butt in bed right now!”

Me: “But, mom!”

Mom: “BED!”

(I won the argument, but I lost the computer.)